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[sadandsingle]

Hello? [You can't really see much of anything for a moment, until Tosh pushes herself up into a sitting position on a pile of sand, fumbling for her device. She's been in better shape; right now, she looks exhausted, like she hasn't slept or eaten for more than a day, and she's been crying, to boot. Oh, yeah, and her clothes are ripped, dusty, and have bloodstains on them. She pushes her glasses up for a moment, pinching the bridge of her nose, before she begins speaking again.]

I have to say, this isn't what I expected. Though, after speaking with Owen, I'm not sure I expected anything at all.

[She scoops up a handful of sand and watches the grains fall through her fingers - then, because it's the scientific sort of thing to do, she takes another handful, sniffs it, and...yep, licks a few grains.]

Well, the sand seems ordinary enough. And what about this thing? What is it?

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[sadandsingle]

This doesn't exactly look like children have been playing in it.

[intheblanks]

Hard to tell by looking.

[Though that's what he's doing, as much of an assessment as can be made through a screen. She looks a wreck.]

You expected something more along the lines of white clouds, pearly gates?

[At a guess.]

[sadandsingle]

Something like that - or just nothing. Certainly not this.

[intheblanks]

This isn't the afterlife. You're not there yet.

Are you hurt?

[sadandsingle]

I- [She pauses for a moment, clearly confused.] I was. I'm not sure why all my wounds disappeared.

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It sometimes happens on the way here. Though the city doesn't do much for clearing up the shock.

[sadandsingle]

I suppose I can't complain, since I had a hole in my abdomen and a broken wrist.

[You're right about the shock bit, though. Unfortunately.]

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I would have guessed something deeper than a flesh wound.

I'm Doctor Chase.

[sadandsingle]

...is this the part where I quote Monty Python? But, yes, rather deeper. I was in the process of bleeding out, actually.

Toshiko Sato.