[Daniel sits in a common room, in a chair large enough to support his weight. In front of him, a TV. What's playing is the ending credits to a western, as the cast rides off into the sunset. Looks like he's been sitting here for a while. And, as soon as someone passes by, he speaks.]
...I made a mistake. Can't move my leg. On the table over there, a syringe. Can you give it to me? Sorry about that.
...I made a mistake. Can't move my leg. On the table over there, a syringe. Can you give it to me? Sorry about that.
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I'd rather not die. I need to find my friends. And I like living. Even if it's living inside a metal can.
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Any leads on where to find them?
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