nueve. a small announcement.
I must, unfortunately, make an announcement. Doctor John Watson - a good doctor, a well intentioned man and I would wish to call him a friend - appears not to be on board any longer.
I have looked for him, and waited a day or so for him to return. He did not. I now believe he will not.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
[Infirmary filter]
John was checking on his friend in his room. His friend is still here, and still... quite remarkably and unnaturally unconscious. I shall check on him until he regains consciousness.
We still need to talk. But not today.
I have looked for him, and waited a day or so for him to return. He did not. I now believe he will not.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
[Infirmary filter]
John was checking on his friend in his room. His friend is still here, and still... quite remarkably and unnaturally unconscious. I shall check on him until he regains consciousness.
We still need to talk. But not today.