[Back at the hydroelectric plant. Cecil's dropped the communicator, and it bounces and turns on. He's sitting on a generator, wrench in one hand, eyes staring at the sky idly. His hands are covered in blood, up to his wrists; and if you look closely, there's a small puddle at the bottom of the generator. A knife lies on the ground, as if thrown
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She's not saying anything, but her frequency is there.]
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Cecil.
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...Cecil. What were you doing?
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Nn... [S-she doesn't want to yell.]
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Perhaps that is a small glimpse of blood on his shirt... and he's moving... slowly...]
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Ah... [Trying to refrain from yelling. That blood? Maybe he found a new labrat? It could be his blood. No, no, no. Stop worrying, stop worrying.]
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And falls...]
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