Thom. Let's play hockey.

Mrs Kopanski, are you ok?

Lily, are you ok?

[Oleg just hopes they're okay. There are so many new people on board and he's not sure who he can trust. He just wishes Mrs Gazelle were here. And Mr Gazelle. And Nicky. ]

I miss New Jersey.

Why are there so many more guys than girls?

Stop dissing Santa.

E-Everyone stay away from Jak.

Mrs Kopanski don't go near him. Or Thom. Or Lily.

[Oleg swallows hard.]

Just... keep awy from him.

I put on this mask and now when I walk these flowers keep saying really dirty things. They sound like Mr Gazelle...

How do I take this mask off?

Holy shit. A few hours ago I was eleven and now I'm... well, look at me. Did I just miss something like eight years of my life on the Elegante? Have we been sailing for that long?

Hey, any chance Mr or Mrs Gazelle are here? Or Nicky? Mrs Kopanski, you around? Thom? Chase?

Anyone?

Why do new people always arrive on a Friday?

Thom, can you help me find some more sports equipment?

Why are they bringing in more people?

Nicky? Did they bring you, too?

I want to find out what's making the music.

[Oleg's outside the doors to Carnival again. He stares up at them, feet standing on the dried blood and scuff marks that show the way into the large, hellish room ( Read more... )