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-groggy- "Yeah?"

"Gabe? Were you asleep?"

"Mmmsorta. What time's it?"

"...Nine?"

-yawn- "Oh. AM?"

"No. Gabe, are you okay?"

-aside- "God damnit. Meri, can I get some fucking morphine? Jesus Christ." -to Emily- "Eh. Headache."

"...Morphine for a headache, Gabe?"

"It's a bad headache." -aside- "Aspirin? Might as well offer me vitamins. I don't think you understand - my head feels like it's about to fucking split open."

"What happened? Where are you?"

"I'm at the lighthouse."

"...What happened, Gabe?"

-emotionless- "Asher and Grant tortured Angie and Alena, and killed Cookie Lee."

"Are- Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"Why d-" -sigh- "Are they okay? Angie and Alena, I mean?"

"They're..." -sigh- "Angie is traumatized, and Alena won't wake up."

"But her vitals are okay?"

"Oh, she's fine. Freaks out at the mention of Grant and doesn't understand why she won't wake up, but she's perfectly healthy, physically."

"Oh shit. You're hearing her thoughts?"

"Yes. And apparently...she's hearing mine."

"Wait, what?"

"It's not just Sam and Dylan anymore. Alec, Alena, Lucy, Alvin, Dawn...they can all hear me in their heads."

"...Whoa. Can you control it?"

"Mmmsorta. I can do it when I want, but it also sometimes happens when I didn't try."

"Just like hearing other people."

"Yep."

"Do you want me to come down there?"

"There's nothing really going on. It's just me and Meri and Alvin and Alec and Dawn sitting around staring at each other. I dozed off for a while in a very uncomfortable position."

"...Okay. Well... will you call me tomorrow?"

"Mmhm. Oh. Memorial service for Cookie on Saturday."

"I saw."

-sniffs- "Yeah. Hopefully Seth won't start another fire."

"Oh, I forgot about her. Poor Seth. She must be a wreck."

"I'm surprised she didn't kill the bastards on the spot."

"...So am I, really, though I guess that was Sam's doing, wasn't it?"

-slightly bitter- "Yeah, it was."

"...Gabe?"

"What?"

"Why did you say it like that??"

"It doesn't matter. They're alive."

"...Did you... try?"

-firmly- "It doesn't matter." -irritably, aside- "Oh, fuck off, Lordes, you weren't supposed to hear that."

"Gabe. It does matter."

"Yes, I tried to kill the smug son of a bitch, but Sam stopped the fucking bullet, okay?"

-wince- "Okay."

-aside- "Don't do that, Meri, she doesn't like that. She has to sleep on the left." -to Emily- "Okay. I'll see you...I dunno, later. At the service, definitely."

"Okay... I love you."

"Yeah, you too. Bye." -click-