This is Doctor Knutson. [ Her voice is even, initially. ] I need medical on residential level four, room one. Subject is human, male, mid-thirties. Unresponsive.

[ The breath Odessa draws in before continuing is ragged, it betrays her fear. ]

Subject complained of blurred vision and showed signs of labored breathing prior to loss of consciousness. Pulse is weak, and breathing remains shallow.

[ Her voice finally cracks with the first of her sobs: ] Please, somebody help.

[This is Death, this is Death with the skull face/body, creepy eyes, black robe and if you look off to the side you can probably see a scythe. He does however have a cat sitting on his shoulder like it's a totally comfortable place to hang out. It might look a bit weird is what I'm saying. Death however speaks up.]


AH, HELLO.

I HAVE NOTICED THAT THERE ARE MORE THEN A FEW PEOPLE WITH CATS ON BOARD THIS SHIP.

[The cat on his shoulder does not seemed freaked out by this skeleton at all, in fact it may be purring.]

AND I WAS THINKING THAT AT SOME TIME IN THE FUTURE WE COULD GATHER TOGETHER AND PERHAPS LET THEM MEET. ....AND MEET EACH OTHER AS WELL. THE GARDENS MIGHT BE A NICE PLACE.

WE COULD HAVE TEA. OR PERHAPS SOME OTHER TYPE OF FOOD OR DRINK.


[Come have tea with Death....and his cat. Please?]