"I don't think this is a television at all."



"It's not. Please don't touch it, it could do… pretty much anything."

"What is it then?"

"That's kind of hard to explain, we sort of inherited them, and they don't work anymore anyway. Sit, please. You shouldn't be up and about."

"But-"

"Please," says Kendra, "Sit." Something about her tone gets through to Elizabeth, who returns to the table.



"How's your head?"

"Feels like someone hit me with a shovel. How's your friend?"

Kendra considers trying to sugar coat it but can't be bothered. It's been a very long day.

"Sick, maybe dying."