Query 1: [Audio]
[The communicator clicks on to the low, nasal muttering of a confused man.] --ean, a PDA? Really? Who left it here-- [and after a bit of tapping around, he fumbles the device, scrambling to grab it from the air before it hits the ground-- there's a burst of static as it slaps back down into his hand.]
This is crazy, this isn't right... first the hospital-- maybe I'm, I'm, I'm hallucinating? Maybe that's it, maybe I've, uh-- maybe they have me on, on painkillers and this is a really weird dream.
[He glances around, and back to the communicator.]
Wait, wait, is this thing transmitting? [There's a quiet gasp as he realizes that it is, in fact, transmitting.] Hey! Uh, can-- can anyone tell me where I am? I have exactly no idea-- this room's a bit posh to be in a hospital. A hospice, maybe, but that's still pushing it--
[There's a creak in the background from Bennett opening the door, his hospital garb untying in the back and exposing him to the rest of his room (good thing this isn't a video post)--] And OOOOOH GOD, this is more like a hotel, okay, what-- um-- [He slams the door and moves back into the room and gives a groan-- the hospital gown got caught in the door. He opens it and slams it one more time. Someone hasn't looked out the porthole yet.]
WAIT. Crap, did I-- I didn't die, did I? [Another low grown of annoyance.] If, if I died that's-- I thought you would like, show up with a white robe and a halo when you died, not a, not a hospital gown and an IV needle... I don't... I don't even know, what is all of this? [He rubs the side of his temple, and looks back at the communicator and adds with a bite of indignation:] Why am I asking you, little PDA thing?
This is crazy, this isn't right... first the hospital-- maybe I'm, I'm, I'm hallucinating? Maybe that's it, maybe I've, uh-- maybe they have me on, on painkillers and this is a really weird dream.
[He glances around, and back to the communicator.]
Wait, wait, is this thing transmitting? [There's a quiet gasp as he realizes that it is, in fact, transmitting.] Hey! Uh, can-- can anyone tell me where I am? I have exactly no idea-- this room's a bit posh to be in a hospital. A hospice, maybe, but that's still pushing it--
[There's a creak in the background from Bennett opening the door, his hospital garb untying in the back and exposing him to the rest of his room (good thing this isn't a video post)--] And OOOOOH GOD, this is more like a hotel, okay, what-- um-- [He slams the door and moves back into the room and gives a groan-- the hospital gown got caught in the door. He opens it and slams it one more time. Someone hasn't looked out the porthole yet.]
WAIT. Crap, did I-- I didn't die, did I? [Another low grown of annoyance.] If, if I died that's-- I thought you would like, show up with a white robe and a halo when you died, not a, not a hospital gown and an IV needle... I don't... I don't even know, what is all of this? [He rubs the side of his temple, and looks back at the communicator and adds with a bite of indignation:] Why am I asking you, little PDA thing?