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Ring around the rosie

"[Can pleasing sight, misfortune ever bring?|Sight]. It's one of those five senses [The Others|they] tell you about. It's a pretty important one - so important there's a name for no longer possessing it. Sure, you can be hard of hearing, [The Miracle Worker|or losing your hearing], or going deaf, or be deaf; for all the drama of the situation a person can still feel sounds. A sound is just the result of [All that noise, and all that sound|harmonized displacement of air], due to movement. [Sound transmission|Vibrations through a medium], that’s what we hear; that’s what our eardrums translate.

"Sight has fewer alternatives. Beyond the carte blanche of color, partial, legal, complete; you're left with a dichotomous classification. You can see, or you can't.

"Well, that’s what [they] will tell you, anyway. You will soon learn how little people, the people out there, actually see. [Selective sight|People shut so much out], actively [gating mechanism|ignore] so much of their daily..."

Shut up.

"What? Am I disturbing you and your [The Wake|sad little vigil]?"

I told you to [The Princess Bride|shut your mouth].

"No need for the knife, friend. Your lovely, the one on the couch? She'll be fine. Some people... go under longer."

I came out of it two hours ago. [The child, she cannot sleep|What the hell did you dose her with]?

"Same scrap as wafted up your precious proboscis. Give her time, lad. She's possibly making the most of her situation. [Orpheus and his Twice Dead bride, Eurydice|Possible she wasn't as scared as you]... You look like shit, go rinse your face, get some color back."

If she doesn't wake up[I will kill you if I can|...]

"If she doesn't wake up before you get back she'll not know you left her side. Go on, she's just now kicking back into a [R.E.M.] cycle, you have twenty minutes. Aye, right down that hall. Second door on your right... Well, dearie - I'm running as thin on stories as your boy is on patience. I'd love for you to tell him one, before his dagger tunes me proper. Where are you?"

A pocketful of posies

"So I ran into Pete the other day. He could score us some [Anastasia|Ana]."

You can't be serious. Please tell me that you aren't serious.

"I'm not saying I'd want to try it. I'm just saying, you know... we could, [The Romeo Error|together], if you wanted..."

I don't. C'mon, that shit's dangerous. Have you seen all the stories in the news? Abductions, deaths, it's not a party drug.

"I know. I know. Babe - I know. Pete tried it though..."

I don't want you talking with Pete anymore.

"I won't, I won't. I promise I won't[That's three times you promised|.] He told me how to find his [supplier]. And it was just a small itty bitty dose, anyway. Just, you know, a sniff... He said the rumors could have merit."

Which rumours? The one about people's brains exploding if they took a second hit?

"No silly. The other ones. The rumors about the [Dream Log: January 2, 2003 |lucid dream state]."

Oh, is that all you want? We'll call Aunt Millie. She has some [peyote] growing under her deck in [An afternoon in Mexico|New Mexico].

"You aren't even listening to me..."

Because it isn't safe!

"[I'm afraid, I thought, I'm too afraid to jump, I'm a coward, and at that moment I jumped|I know it's not safe], but, if it's true, and Ana can, you know - if [anaesthetic|Ana] can unhinge our minds and let us remember things that haven't happened yet... [Fields of Gold|I'd feel safe if you were there with me]. Safe enough to try it, at least."

What could possibly be so important, [Fear makes a man kill what he loves|out there in that big uncertain future], that you'd want to risk trying Ana?

"[I am like you, an emotional amnesiac|I just want to know if we stay together forever...]"

Upstairs, downstairs

"You're bleeding. Why are you bleeding? Babe, why are you bleeding?"

I... I don't remember. How long have you been awake?

"What kind of question is that? We just walked in. Where did [Lawrence the Roman|Lawrence] go?"

Just walked in? Check your watch. You passed out for three hours! I've been worried sick. Can you... my hair is dry can you see my back? I don't think this is my blood.

"No, you look okay. What did you do?"

I came here with you. Damnit, I told you taking Ana was a bad idea. What's wrong, hon? [I've never seen a glacier up close, but I've touched your hand. It felt so cold.|You just turned white.]

"You... you can't remember why you have [Too Much Time on My Hands|blood on your hands]. I can't... [Flowers for Algernon|I can't remember anything] we spoke about this afternoon. But I do remember that in about two minutes you check the lock on the door, it's bolted. Then we go to wash your hands, and there's a [John Doe|body] in the shower. And we don't recognize him..."

I checked the door just before you came to, it is locked, you can't possibly see the door from here. [epistemology|How did you know that?]

"I didn't see it... I [Momento|remembered] it. [All this has happened before, and all of it will happen again. |Oh my god I remembered] - I'm going to be sick..."

In here, right in the... there you go. Are you okay?

"Yeah, yeah I think so. I'm okay. Babe? I can't check the bathroom, I'm too scared. Will you? Please? Thank you... just - slowly."

There's nothing in here, hon. It's just an empty... oh shit. Holy shit, holy shit, oh we are in such shit[Well, it certaintly illustrates the diversity of the word|.] How the fuck did you know he was in there?

"I told you I don't know, it's... you know those songs you hear and [Why the willow weeps|you know that you know the artist's name and it's on the tip of your tongue but you can't quite get it]? Right now, babe, I'm [Garden State|getting] it. I can't believe [Aesthetics|Ana] really works, this is..."

[Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and start slitting throats|What do we do next?]

"[The Economist|I have to call my boss]. This [Dermaphoria|stuff] is [The Monopoly Game: Anger, suffering, and betrayal|too dangerous], shit - [There's No 'We' Anymore|we] need to [Sleep Now in the Fire|get this off the streets]..."

You [Abstract art|aren't making any sense]. Why is some stuffy middle management going to care about drug deals? [Why? I'll let you know when we have the means. Right now we only have the ends.|Why] would...

"[Don't come back, don't call. Think of another way.|I need to get out of here], before they get here."

Hon, you're losing me. Calm down, just, come back and sit down on the couch, breathe. Who's they?

"She's going to be with them. I can't let her see me, [The Garden of Forking Paths|it would ruin everything]."

She? Who? Who are you taaahhmmmmrr. Whaah... whaaht [death rattle|aah you dooon]?

"[Prelude to a Kiss|I'm sorry, darling. I've forgotten]."

We all fall down.

"[Iris Mulbrich|Mulbrich]! Bring me up to speed, got that kid from Channel Five, he [CB Radio|picked up] a unit calling in to base. Going to be flooded by [ambulance chasers|press] soon."

"[Mark Baker|Captain], crime scene secured just before I got here. [cracked drywall, broken railing|Sign of a struggle] in the hallway, severe trauma to door handle, deadbolt was locked from the interior, perp exited via window onto the fire escape. [Seth Blackburn|Blackburn's] working the room, not finding any prints. There's two bodies on the floor, no ID on either."

"Atta girl. No ID on either John? Any chance we have a [James Dean|famous face] OD here tonight?"

"Evening, Cap. That's a negative on famous brats, but[pregnant pause|...] Iris, you may wanna take the rest of the shift off."

"Seth, you just worked a crime scene by yourself for a half hour. Lemme earn a paycheck, would ya?"

"Iris, [The consequences of being seriously wounded|seriously], you do not want to come in..."

"Blackburn, do you have an ID on on of the John Doe's?"

"Seth, [The Forty Thieves|let me in]. Seth - [When I growl, the sound echoes like thunder all through the valleys and woodlands, and children tremble with fear, and women cover their heads with their aprons, and big men run and hide.|Seth, move aside]."

"Cap! Damn! Thank's for the backup there..."

"Ohmygodno [oh God, i'm going to regret this one|ohmygodno] nonono ohmygod..."

"Iris, come on, the room is clean. You can sit down right over... here, sit on this. Hey! Move the fucking body! Inside the bag... work together, damn rookies. Hey - hey hey hey, come on... I need you here for this."

"Mulbrich, can you ID John Doe one?"

"We were, we... ohmygod [Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans|how did this happen]? We were having brunch tomorrow, all three of us."

"Just - giver a minute here, Cap."

"Three of whom? Mulbrich, can you identify him?"

"He's... [Phantom pain|he was]... he's [Tale of the Old Gunslinger|Cass's] boyfriend. [The Ballad of the Last Chance Saloon|He's my roomate's boyfriend]."