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[heelsandlaw]

[The video shows a hospital corridor. There's some chairs. On one of them sits Cameron - high heels, pencil skirt, blazer, cup of coffee clasped in both hands and her eyes tightly closed. Her mouth is moving silently.]

Ms Lynde? [A doctor speaking, and Cameron stands up and takes a few steps forward, towards the doctor who's face is carefully

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[axeofoath]

Cameron...? Excuse me, but--has something happened?

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[heelsandlaw]

[The reply icly comes quite a while after this went up.]

That wasn't-- I don't know how--

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[heelsandlaw]

It's one of those curse weekends, isn't it?

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[heelsandlaw]

That was--

[Deep breath.] It was a long time ago. It's a memory, nothing else.

[Voice]

[badhairlifetime]

[Voice because you don't need to be able to solve intricate puzzles of murders to see that Angua's hands might upset her at this current time.]

Rough night. [It's a statement, not a question, but it isn't one that's closing off further conversation.]

[Voice]

[heelsandlaw]

[It takes a while before Cameron answers.]

Yeah. Memories of a rough night, more like. [And there's a pause.] You all right?

[Voice]

[badhairlifetime]

[A near inaudible sigh.] I will be once midnight hits. And tomorrow's my day off so that'll help. [She pauses.]

I won't ask what your memory's about, but if you'd like to tell me . . . well, at any rate, I'm sorry about it.

[Voice]

[heelsandlaw]

What curse did you get?

[When Cameron speaks again, her voice is very carefully neutral.] It was the night my father died. Three shots in the stomach in a domestic disturbance call that turned out to be a drug deal.