( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

The fog's rolling in. The walls are crumbling and the streets aren't streets anymore. I can hear those disgusting things out here somewhere, waiting for me.

Does this thing even work anymore? I'm probably talking to myself right now.

There's static on the radio.

Okay. Day 2. Husband: located. Thanks to all who gave me info. Apparently we can't get out and I'm probably the hundredth person to have this revelation. All right. I'm going to decide to roll with it for now. I'd say I've been through weirder but if this really isn't earth, I haven't been through weirder. So. Lemme ask this of all of you out there:

1. Where can I get the best nonfat hazlenut soy latte?
2. Where can a girl get work around here? Any work will do, but I'm not gonna survive on $100.
3. Where's the best place to grab the essentials? Blowdryer, hot rollers, makeup, DEODORANT, RAZORS, etc.
4. Do we grocery shop or does this sandbox come with a meal plan?
5. Doctors? Hospitals?

I can't get her to stop crying.

I guess I don't really know what I'm doing.

[Filtered to Severus Snape]

He is here.

Well, that experiment was made of fail. Maybe I have to give it a while before it wears off? If it does. I don't know. Let's see. These buttons are not designed for gorilla fingers.

Glory's talking to me again. She's been talking to me all night.

Gonna bleed you like a squealing little pig! and The bitch witch can't put you far enough away! And then she started complaining about her shoes. It got annoying.

[MIGUEL]
Bet you're glad you bailed in time, huh?

Note to self: I'm never again going to complain about the number of 'spooky-doos' around Cardiff ever again.

This place has the Rift beat in spades.

Here I thought I conquered that. Apparently I was mistaken. Right, then.

Martha. Let's go get drunk.

What's happening to everyone?

( Filtered to Mom and Nathan )

( Filtered to Gabriel )

( Filtered to Claire )

Okay, uh. Not freaked out people who are not seeing dead movie stars or video game wastelands or whatever else? We need to figure out what the hell is going on. Those of you who are all AUGH AUGH AUGH all the time do you have any kind of touch with reality?

Calmed down yet?

I think I'm losing it.

I want a steak. And curly fries, and a milkshake, followed by a Sunday with hot fudge and nuts and sprinkles and whipped cream.

Yes. That sounds perfect. I'm getting the hell out of here. Stomach knows best.

... My grace, it's gone. It's gone.

It's all over. All for nothing. It was all for nothing!

My brothers, my sisters turned their backs on me. It hurts. It's all over and it's all my fault.

Father! God, it hurts.

I cannot feel you any more. I don't know where you are. I let you down. In a minute I will forget your name. De-