Sakon, Cynthia, Gren... are you-- is everything--... I hope to God you weren't in the apartments.

Leon and Yorda and Nani; there's too many of you.

...That I care about...

I want to help all of you. I can't, can I...?

Eileen, we should move you somewhere safer.

That noise.

Oh, man... should probably steer clear of the manholes.

ETA: An apple -- how'd that get here?

Huh. I... I guess I should start by thanking Harry for setting me up at the apartments on Marshall Street. He tells me there are thirty people in total living in the complex, but I didn't see a soul anyone when I moved in to four-twelve.

...man, the air is so stale -- my tongue feels coated in dust ( Read more... )