Stop screaming at me!
Stop it!
Stop it!
Stop it.
Stop saying yes. Stop saying no. Stop saying maybe. Stop asking why me.
I don’t know why me, I don’t even know what’s going on.
You’re all just as dead as me, right?
…this is not the time to tell me you aren’t real. Really here. Aren’t real or really here. I know you’re here, I can hear you.
Can you tell me where we are?
What the hell do you mean nowhere?
…she’s talking to them? But since the voices are memories of the dead planet, shouldn’t they lack consciousness?
….don’t always work the way they usually do when mirrors are involved, especially when you’re inside one. >_< They aren't fully-formed by any means anyway.
Well, then, Ryan should focus his efforts on the heart’s uber-wellbeing. Yanno, cardiac massage and nitroglycerin and other drugs that are good for the heart. Maybe a defibrillator too. Just saying.
Yanno, cardiac massage and nitroglycerin and other drugs that are good for the heart.
So, if I’m reading this right, you want him to drug and grope the corpse of a young woman? o_0
Maybe a defibrillator too.
No, just…no.
… they’re for therapeutic purposes only! ^_^
Ryan’s effort seems to have been in vain…
or do we need some more patience?
Patience, young grasshopper :p
Just a bit more patience. We’re about a quarter of the way through the book, things are going to go one way or the other about halfway through. 🙂
She need to sit in the oven longer, not quite done yet.
I am being good, I am being good. I will be happy later when I don’t have to bite my lip so much.
She need to sit in the oven longer
Ok, this is my favourite way ever of describing Stef’s suspension. ^_^