"You're up quick... How was your sleep?"

"You're up quick... How was your sleep?"

(Swallow the blood and conclude.) "Let's comb the entire island, centimetre by centimetre. That's the next step in the task chain."

"Okay," he replies simply.

He's still worried. You must have really thrashed and squealed in your sleep.

(Swallow the blood and conclude.) "Let's get back to the mainland. That's the next step in the task chain."

"Let's solve the fucking case."

"We already solved the case, remember? You were sleeping."

"Oh..."

"You thrashed around, then you bolted up, half-covered in blood from your wound. Are you okay?"

"Are you sure you're okay? You thrashed around, then you bolted up, half-covered in blood from your wound."

"Actually -- it was total annihilation, Kim."

He frowns. "I did not want to wake you -- perhaps I should have? Was it a job dream?"

"Yeah. About the job."

"Don't worry, detective. We've solved the case. It's wrapped and done." He looks north. "Are you ready?"

"Don't worry, detective. We'll solve the case. Are you ready?"

"No, an ex-wife dream."

The lieutenant nods solemnly.

I understand -- we've all been through similar things. It can be overcome.

"Fuck it."

"Of course," the lieutenant nods. "You ready?"

(Swallow the blood and conclude.) "Let's get that motive out of our perp. That's the next step in the task chain."

"My sleep was deep and invigorating." (Try to cover up the blood seeping out with your hands.)

"Of course. I was just thinking maybe you've torn your stitches... Are you ready to move on?"

(Swallow the blood and conclude.) "Let's get our perp to confess to the murder. That's the next step in the task chain."

(Swallow the blood and conclude.) "Let's investigate that gigantic insect. That's the next step in the task chain."

Just spit out the blood and get back to work. You're bad ass like that.

(Swallow the blood and conclude.) "Let's arrest the perp. That's the next step in the task chain."

(Swallow the blood and conclude.) "Let's talk to our perp again. That's the next step in the task chain."

"Whoa there, man. You've been squealing and thrashing around, crazy. And now -- you're bleeding too... again." He stares in awe at the streaks of blood covering your body.

"Cuno... I had this..." (Shake your head) "Fucking dream..."

"Yeah, Cuno saw that. A nightmare about bitches."

Just grunt in pain.

"Right. Pig takes it like a man. Good for you. Bitches always tryna' damage you with psi weapons. Psi style -- you wouldn't believe the shit Cuno sees about C..."

It's not good, this C in his dreams.

"Now let's get this shit back on the road, yo. Just make sure you don't die." He glances at your blood-covered hands. "Cuno's no fucking mortician."

However bad it is, pig, we go on, deputy Cuno thinks. We detect. There's nothing more.

"So I talked in my sleep?"

"Yeah. No biggie, don't shit yourself. All the worst dreams are about bitches -- you wouldn't believe the shit Cuno sees about C..."

"How did you know?"

"Cuno knows that shit. All the worst dreams are about bitches -- you wouldn't believe the shit Cuno sees about C..."

"I'm fine, really." (Try to cover up the blood seeping out with your hands.) "I'm super mega fine."

"Sure, sure. That's why you mumbled about bitches. Real fine."

Your surroundings are undisturbed. While you slept, you were alone. Now that you're awake -- you're still alone.

Get the fuck out of here. Fuck this place, fuck this world, fuck this life, fuck this body -- just fucking go.

The sheets are stained red. Your blood's been running again. Keep it together. Just get out of here and finish this fucking thing.

Harry... I know there's not much to say -- but if nothing else, just remember that you've made it this far. And it's just a bit farther now. Let's finish this.