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[fratermaior]

[It's all audio, but if someone's listening, they can hear someone tearing a room apart. Books are flying, papers are falling and there's a crash here and there as whoever's on the other side of the radio tears apart a room (a library, to be precise). That someone is feverishly murmuring something, almost in a rage.]

What was her name? What was

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[2ndhandlion]

Who's name?

[fratermaior]

My wife's name. She- [his voice breaks and he goes quiet.] ...has been dead for some time.

[2ndhandlion]

... The mansion made me forget my wife once. I wrote her name on her picture.

[Although his tone implies that he still doesn't forgive himself for that.]

[fratermaior]

...I..

[Very, very quiet.]

I'm currently investigating her murder case. I-- thirteen years, and I cannot recall her name.

[2ndhandlion]

Write down what you do remember. Her name will come back after the event.

... I've thought of my wife every moment for forty years. For three days, I didn't know she ever existed. This place is hell.

[fratermaior]

I... cannot honestly imagine such a horrible thing. She was the single greatest thing to happen to me. So much of me is dependent on her.

[2ndhandlion]

...

Yes.

[Because he understands entirely. Hubb lost his reason for being when his wife died.]

[fratermaior]

I...

[A long pause.]

I'm sure it will come back to me.

[2ndhandlion]

When the event ends. It's just until then.