CUNO - You see the shape of a prepubescent boy in FALN pants. It turns double -- then triple -- from the pain. He says: CUNO - “Coinslot's dead.” PAIN THRESHOLD - You can barely hear him, the pain is so bad.

KIM KITSURAGI - “A new badge usually comes with a new rank. You seem to have been…doing well then.” ENDURANCE - The pain in your chest tells you you were working yourself to death to earn that rank.

KIM KITSURAGI - “Now -- I'm going to report you and you're going to go to jail.” HALF LIGHT - Oh no, you're a cop, you can't go to jail… YOU - “You are?” KIM KITSURAGI - “It was a joke, sadly.”

YOU - “Revachol loves everybody.” KLAASJE - “It didn't love him.” SHIVERS - The feeling dissipates, the cold passes. The woman's eyes follow yours -- to the piece of notebook paper.

MEGA RICH LIGHT-BENDING GUY - “I've heard some struggling families have to sell their organs to pay the rent. There is also the terrible misfortune of having to go get your own groceries when you're poor.” PAIN THRESHOLD - This guy clearly gets off on macabre stories.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Beauty is inviting you on a pilgrimage! HAND/EYE COORDINATION - A pilgrimage you can make with just your hand.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - COME ON! I SAID PARTY! YOU - (Party.) KIM KITSURAGI - The usually unflappable lieutenant takes a surprised step back. “Officer…what are you doing?” ELECTROCHEMISTRY - I DIDN'T SAY PARTY THIS SECOND!

SHIVERS - Long shadows, short shadows. Quiet shadows of local children, loud shadows of drunks and also a shadow made of sticks…

HALF LIGHT - You're a GOD. An angry but JUST God.

SHIVERS - I AM A FRAGMENT OF THE WORLD SPIRIT, THE GENIUS LOCI OF REVACHOL.