Hey, guys? Anyone -- I hope you still have your radios...

[Ash sounds worried to the point of frantic, barely keeping her alarm and panic covered under a veneer of anxiety.]

Listen, something's really wrong here. Have you guys actually talked with anyone else? It's scary as hell, guys, they're hollow, it's like their brains have just shut down -- they're running for kicks and thrills like they're the only thing that matters. I mean I know all the drugs and stuff here can have that effect, but it's not just the junkies. And some of you all are scaring the hell out of me too just from what I've seen...

This place isn't safe. We're not safe here. It's too much pleasure and it might even be more than that. Pull out, guys. Please, now.

[For a solid thirty seconds, anyone tuned in to the public channel might catch snippets of Greg's voice warping in and out of static as he tries to find the right station again.]ould've marked, had it writ[kghshghhshh]know if it[hhsshhhkshhzz]onono that was... think that was... hello? Hello?

I--I think, uh, there's something... wrong? But it's good... and I shouldn't, but I... do. That doesn't make sense, I know, and that's why I'm confused. I think I'm scared? But I'm not. But I want to... be... but...

My head hurts, and also my... I'm confused, and... I don't get it.