Narration(Kore): His sciatica.
Narration(Kore): His bunions.
Narration(Kore): Whether or not I might murder him later.
Grant: Consarn it!
Narration(Kore): Whether or not Ves, excellent candidate that he is, might one day succumb to gout.
Narration(Kore): It’s like living above a train station.
Xander(telepathy): Shut up! I don’t need you whining too! Go back to sleep!
Narration(Kore): Don’t respond.
Narration(Kore): It doesn’t do any good to encourage these sorts of long distance communications. Too much room for error. I need his cooperation.
Narration(Kore): I still have to go back to the board with a good story. Stopping Ves’ cavalier toying with the diamond cartel is not an optional side-activity for me.
Narration(Kore): And Shane is going back to the mainland. Given Ves’ very welcome decision to heal him. I don’t remember much about Thanos but I know I owe him my life, 48 times.
Narration(Kore): Ninety-six bullets. Left. Right.
Narration(Kore): Two hours.
Narration(Kore): Two hours before I plan on marching into the bookstore to demand an audience with Rafe. Two hours to come up with another twist of mental pressure on Rhelan Grant.
Narration(Kore): Before I head across town to Di’s ‘pitiful shack’ and make sure the burn on her chest isn’t infected.
Narration(Kore): If only the whole island will stop slamming doors in my head.
Xander: Mmf. It’ll wait. Five more minutes. Come back to bed.