Who: Kei and open Where: Butterfly House pinball machines. When: The day after the team arrives. What: Pinball. Why: Kei is understandably depressed.
Kei had parted from the group with an apologetic smile and a promise that he would tell them everything he could as soon as he was willing to talk about it. Today was not that day - today was a day for relaxing and pinball. Contemplating your imminent death was hard, and pinball was fun, and it was easy to figure out which he should do out in public and which he should do in the midday breakdown crying jag after he locked himself in the bathroom.
He was on the last machine in the room, and it was giving him a bit of trouble, but he knew with enough focus and concentration he'd have it whipped into submission soon enough. He paused only to fish the occasional onion ring off the plate next to him, dunk it in relish, pop it in his mouth and chew amidst feverish button-tapping.