NO EXITS

Well that fucking sucked.

Who died? Who's still here?

Did I see Quentin and Alice on the network? Coldwater, get your sexy ass over here so I can kiss you. I'll kiss you too, if you want, Quinn.


[Private to Eliot]
Are you okay? Where are you?

I'm not planning to haunt anyone for the duration of this spectacular fuckery - I wouldn't do that to my own brother, thank you very fucking much - but it's not the first time I've died either (although to be fair, I was older), so I'm just hanging around and trying to find any false walls or secrets to this place. In case you were in a rush to know, the voices that people have mentioned are still here and they're very loud.

But someone will have to get Dolores out of the fucking freezer. Anything I've learned from Ghost is completely fucking useless, because if my rage is capable of doing anything, this whole pocket dimension would've blown up by now. You don't know me. You don't know the depths of my rage and sorrow. I can't get her out of there by myself.

Anyway, brother and sisters. This is just to let you know I'm still floating around. I'm Casper the Angry fucking ghost.

Now that I know who I am and why I was in the state I was when I arrived, I'm Sam Winchester. My brother and I hunt demons and whatever else is creeping out there. I had been kidnapped. See. It wasn't anything I did, I'm not a bad guy. I'm actually one of the good guys.

If I'd only known how beautiful the silence was I would have enjoyed it more.

[Larry]
You okay?

Shit. Has anyone seen Rodney McKay?

Hello? Judging from all the messages on this network thing, I guess I'm not alone in my confusion, but I seem to have just gotten here... Is there really no way back?

Well, that was fun.

Not.

[Raven Reyes]
You okay? I know you're dead for the rest of the week, but. You okay?

Now that we have memories, I can finally ask my questions.

Let's say I died before I ended up parking my arse down here, should I expect my door to Purgatory to arrive any time soon or am I just stuck here?

Oh Clifford, maybe you did have the heart of a lion, but unfortunately, all that remains of you is scrap.

If I'm needed, I'll be in my workshop.

Well.

Shit.

[...]

Is Bucky still asleep?