Death on a First Date

[Private to Jane]

Jane.

I keep telling myself that it's okay, nothing'll get me in the dark, that there's nothing here.

But there is.

There's lots of things that want to eat us.

[paaaaaaaause]

How are you doing?

I'd like to remind you all to fill in my questionnaire. It's a vitally important process in working out if there's anything we can do about the comas.

If, by any chance, someone hasn't received one, just come by my room, or tell me. I had such a big pile, it's quite possible I thought I'd given you one and I hadn't. [phew.]

I do never want to be Dorian again, though.

Although... does anyone have a camera I can borrow? One where I can do manual length of exposure on it?

[Infirmary filter]

My vision was... strange in that port-event-thing. Whatever you call it.

There were things I knew were red, but I couldn't tell them apart from some things I knew weren't. Mostly things I think are usually green. It's back to normal now, but I'd like to know if anyone can explain that to me.

I imagine Jane might have experienced something similar. [but he's not talking to her, so doesn't know.]

[Private to Victor]

You were the... undertaker, right?

Are you alright?