SEVENTH INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

Friday morning comes as it so often does. The hallways of the ship are still. Things are... surprisingly normal. As normal as they can feel on a cruise ship populated entirely by a few surviving members of your number and whatever the heck The Captain has become.

And on top of that, it's quiet. The voices of your loved ones no longer ring in your ears, gone as suddenly as they came.

But that would mean...

Comments

[scouserer]

[Constantine sucks in a breath.]

Christ. Guess you'll have to deliver this witness testimony at the trial, then. Who would've thought the night you actually apprehended someone, they would tase you?

[He makes sure Data is steady on his feet as...best he can. Data is heavy.]

Take it easy, alright? I'm sure the cats are worried sick about you.

[ltcommandroid]

Perhaps I should...go and feed them.

[This is weird, he feels weird, and he hates it!!!]

[scouserer]

[Constantine nods.]

Sounds good. Let me know if you need any other help, okay?

[ltcommandroid]

...of course.