( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Connor, he's here! Rex is here!

Please tell me that you're still here.

[sounding panicked]

Oh god, Donna.

Come on open your eyes, Donna. Please you're going to be okay. You're... you're going to be just fine.

[odd sound of fabric tearing]

Help! S.. someone, anyone help... oh god someone please.

I often thought about what I would be doing if I never met Nick Cutter. Now I know, I'd be a lousy clerk at an electronics shop. I can just see the excitement now as a ring up the batteries someone bought. Its no where near as exciting as what I used to do. Sarcasm doesn't really translate via text so I thought I should mention it. I don't even know why I got a job, I guess I was just bored.

Do we really think this Asaph is responsible for bringing all of us here?

What just happened? Where am I?

Connor? Jess? Becker?