>Believe Crash For Now.
The mental chatter is absolutely buzzing, but you get the sense that you're supposed to do what Crash wants. The internal chorus has become reasonably trustworthy most of the time, and you seem to "know" that Crash is not only really sick, but that something pretty bad is going to happen if you don't do what you supposedly can to help.
FERN:
Alright, where do I start?
Alright, where do I start?
CRASH:
IF I WERE YOU, I'D CUT THROUGH THE MAZE AND COME OUT OF THAT UTILITY DOOR, RIGHT NEXT TO TORI'S OFFICE.
IF I WERE YOU, I'D CUT THROUGH THE MAZE AND COME OUT OF THAT UTILITY DOOR, RIGHT NEXT TO TORI'S OFFICE.
FERN:
Okay...then what? Isn't Tori's office guarded or anything?
Okay...then what? Isn't Tori's office guarded or anything?
CRASH:
NOT FROM "TORI" IT AIN'T. JUST MAKE SURE THE EYE ONLY SEES YOU WITH THE CARD IN-HAND. THERE'S ONE OCCUPANT, BUT YOU COULD TAKE CARE OF IT WITH A FLYSWATTER.
I'LL HAVE HAD SOME PAPERS SENT TO HER DESK, JUST STAMP 'EM AND FLASH 'EM WITH YOUR I.D. TO THE REMAINING SURGICAL STAFF. I'M SURE REMAINING DETAILS CAN BE FILLED IN BY YOUR HEADFRIENDS, HEADFRIENDS ;)
NOT FROM "TORI" IT AIN'T. JUST MAKE SURE THE EYE ONLY SEES YOU WITH THE CARD IN-HAND. THERE'S ONE OCCUPANT, BUT YOU COULD TAKE CARE OF IT WITH A FLYSWATTER.
I'LL HAVE HAD SOME PAPERS SENT TO HER DESK, JUST STAMP 'EM AND FLASH 'EM WITH YOUR I.D. TO THE REMAINING SURGICAL STAFF. I'M SURE REMAINING DETAILS CAN BE FILLED IN BY YOUR HEADFRIENDS, HEADFRIENDS ;)
FERN:
Kay. And you're sure I'm the one who can do all this?
Kay. And you're sure I'm the one who can do all this?
CRASH:
I'M SURE YOU'RE THE LEAST WORST ONE WHO CAN DO ALL THIS, BY ANY MEANS.
ANYWAY, YOU'D BETTER GET YOUR FLESHTUB MOVING.
I'M SURE YOU'RE THE LEAST WORST ONE WHO CAN DO ALL THIS, BY ANY MEANS.
ANYWAY, YOU'D BETTER GET YOUR FLESHTUB MOVING.
FERN:
*sigh* Alright, Crash.
*sigh* Alright, Crash.
CRASH:
WAIT, UH....ONE MORE THING....IN CASE WE DON'T GET ANOTHER CHAT...
WAIT, UH....ONE MORE THING....IN CASE WE DON'T GET ANOTHER CHAT...
FERN:
What now?
What now?
CRASH:
....HOW DO I PUT THIS...UH...HOO BOY...THIS IS HARD TO SAY...REAL HARD....
....HOW DO I PUT THIS...UH...HOO BOY...THIS IS HARD TO SAY...REAL HARD....
FERN:
Spit it out already.
Spit it out already.
CRASH:
I'M.......SSSORRY. FOR STUFF. SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA LOOK OUT FOR #1, YOU KNOW? IT AIN'T PERSONAL.
I, UH...GOOD LUCK. I MEAN, IF YOU STILL EXIST. GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR.........THINGS.
I'M.......SSSORRY. FOR STUFF. SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA LOOK OUT FOR #1, YOU KNOW? IT AIN'T PERSONAL.
I, UH...GOOD LUCK. I MEAN, IF YOU STILL EXIST. GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR.........THINGS.
FERN:
Oh, um...you too, Crash?
Oh, um...you too, Crash?
You leave your room and the computer behind again. Unfamiliar sounds and smells drift from the neighboring examination rooms, but you decide to head straight for the "maze" this time.
Nothing attacks you...but you have a very, very ominous feeling.
Nothing attacks you...but you have a very, very ominous feeling.
