[John's cleverly decided to forego his usual audio posts for a "blog entry" instead. It's just neater...and less likely to give away the fact that he's teetering on the brink of hysteria.]

You all saw what happened. I saw it, you saw it. It happened. There's no denying that it happened. [Even though he's having trouble writing it out. BUT HERE ( Read more... )

[Filtered away from Marco;]

He's alive.

[There's a pause.

...well, more like stunned silence.]

How....he was most definitely dead, yes? We're sure?

Fog. Bloody fog. Week after week after week of nothing but sunshine and now we have weather.

And on an entirely different note, I need a little help taking inventory of St Bart's. Anyone bored enough to volunteer?

[Private to Isaac]

I know this is probably none of my business, but that man that threatened you during that whole...thing...he ( Read more... )

Sue? Sue, I think...I think we're set for medical supplies. And flu jabs.

[There's a long pause here.]

It's St. Bart's. [He laughs softly, though there's a bit of a hysterical edge to it.] St. Bartholomew's Hospital is here. St. Bart's in London. Or, you know, it should be in London, but not to worry, not to worry, it's perfectly normal to find ( Read more... )

Is Mr. Tim Drake here? I know this may sound odd, but I think your things are in my flat. And by 'my flat', I mean the place where all my things were put and we're I've been forced to live since I washed ashore ( Read more... )