Help! Aide!

[The sound of screaming and crying can be heard, mixed with coughing and spluttering.]

Erol! Help!

Please - someone - faites-le vous arrêter!

[Another cry, and then the transmission cuts out.]

[A lot of static, and the sound of Christine's voice - along with her footsteps as she paces around her room - is muffled. Looks like her communicator fell on the floor and got turned on.]

Angel of Music, guide and guardian...

It not true!

In sleep he sang to me... in dreams he came... that voice which calls to me... and speaks my name...
He was lying.

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