100% Pez
Chris Addison appears, behind a desk, selling pet insurance. The television is unmuted; shields are down. Greg and I watch him in silence. He is the first to speak, thereafter, play-distraught. "Oh no, they've got him too!" If I could summon breath, it would be to do the backwards scream of the pod-people, an inverse identification of a body-snatched. DAMMIT. And he was one of the good guys.