He can see Duncan's dresser through her body, and there's a tinny echo to her voice, making it harder to hear. Blood soaks her hair, streaks her forehead.

It's hard to look at.

But he doesn't let that show. Harder to live it than to look at it, by a long road.

He nods, and steps through the door into Duncan's room. Into NeptuneCaliforniaEarth2005.