Here, Gulliver, hold this by the door, okay? There's too much glass here.

[Anemone's shuffling through her apartment. There's the soft splash of melting puddles of snow and the crunching of shoes pressing against glass. Gulliver sniffs at the device curiously, and his paws tap the communicator a few times, until, alas, video! His nose and paw are ( Read more... )

It... it just won't stop...

[There's a soft sound of dripping. She sniffles, but it doesn't do much.]

I... I can't make it stop! It just won't stop!

E-everything's so... bloody...

Dominic, why can't you be here and stop this? I... I can't do it by myself!

I really hate you! You left me!

[She huffs, then falls silent. There's the sound of more ( Read more... )