[Victor's
humming the same song over and over again, with a terribly determined sort of expression on his face. He's trying to resist the flood, with dubious success. He holds up a piece of paper, hastily scribbled with song lyrics in swiss crossed out in between english words. Each word appears to have been struggled out, with ink blotches everywhere.]
Flood stopping functioning. Very distressing.
[He's still humming creepily, and his face twitches. He holds up another piece of paper, with words and scribble covering most of the page.]
Data is still here, has not left? Wardens leave. Loki's warden is gone. Is Data gone?
[Victor's silent for a second, looking at his journal, before starting to hum again. While doing so, he scribbles out a last message, knuckles white with the effort.]
Need medical intervention for flood. Need it now.
[Affected through the roof. All of Victor's replies will be more painstakingly written while humming like a crazy person.]