Blood and rust.
Not that again. Maybe it's better that they're gone, then.

Damn I'm thirsty.

Ah, Lisa. There's something I want to ask you.

I guess I should be enjoying myself, but...

It's a little hard now.

Cheryl--?

Hey! Cheryl!

Wait!

God damn it--

All these walls. Where is everyone?

Fucking-- MOVE!! Let me see my kids already!

Damn it!

Simon, do you want some help in the infirmary?

Please tell me this isn't fatal.

I hate to say it, but I'm glad I'm not the only one with memory problems today.

...But when I woke up, there was this little velvet box in my pocket.

I, uh. I don't suppose anyone's lost this ring, have they? Looks awful pricey. Jeez.

Least I found an I.D. card on myself. I don't know if anyone else here is so lucky.

...Okay, this is just downright uncomfortable.

Why do all of my shirts suddenly not fit? This is ridiculous!

Jeez.

[ooc: harriet mason or something]

I keep hearing Cheryl.

Is it just my imagination? Would it be Alessa? I don't want I already...

Just another dream. Got to be.

I need to be alone for awhile.

Sorry.

GOD DAMN IT, JAMES.

...Simon. Or someone, a doctor -- I need some help in my room.