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File#002 :action | video:

[Not long after this post from the Malnosso's new therapist, there is a huge racket going on at the Welcome Center. His rage at the thought of being taken to therapy and his instability in Luceti has gone over the edge and Walter is screaming and throwing chairs and bed mattresses, lamps and anything else he can get his hands on. The tirade is caught on video as he throws his journal across the room, smashing it into the wall and jolting it on. It shows him upside down.]

I will not go! They can't make me!

Peter! Peter!! [He picks up a glass and smashes it against the far wall.]

Disgusting, dirty, everything is contaminated with their evil! They're watching our every move! Everything we do! Our entire lives - our privacy, our names!

Damn vipers among our ranks and we can't even ferret them out?!

I won't go! I will NOT be taken again!! Peter! You can't let them take me again!

[He grabs a lamp and smashes it against the floor repeatedly.]

I'll find how you watch us and I'll destroy it! I'll find it and destroy it!!!

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I'm at my HQ and speaking to you through the book, which just recorded your whole rant there.

Are-

[The book? Book. Book book book. He sloshes through the wreckage he made and finds it, shaking it.]

Are you working for them? Spying for them?!

No, I'm not.

Then who are you?

[He stops shaking the book and tosses it away, still talking to it as he moves through and starts shuffling through the pieces of all the things he broke.]

They're watching us. Listening and waiting for the time to send us all to some damp dark place where we're never heard from again. So who are you?

I'm Haruhi Suzumiya, chief of the SOS-Brigade.

[...Damp dark place... she can't just say "no" to that outright] Like I said, I'm in this village.

SOS - help. Do you provide help? I need help finding their listening devices. I need to know how they found out my name. How do they know about us?

I... do have an idea, but I think it would be better to talk about it in person. Do you think we could meet somewhere?

....Meet....

[He looks at his hands. They're bleeding. He rubs them against his new feather pants and then starts walking distractedly.]

Away from here. I think...I think I broke everything....

[What has she gotten herself into. She exhales, and...] There's my HQ, or my house - or we could meet at the tea show or wherever you'd like.

...Fountain. I'll be at the fountain.

I think I... Do you have bandages? I seem to be bleeding.

I do.

[... Which is a quick answer, but it's true. She's got a first aide kit] And don't worry, I'll be right there.

[When she arrives, there's a scared looking old man, wearing new feather pants and a beige sweater cardigan. He's barefoot and there are cuts lacing his hands and feet, swipes of blood on his pants. He's wringing his left hand with his right, staring off at nothing in particular.]

[And Haruhi... is a 5'2 Japanese woman who has a fluffy white coat on which may or may not be slightly unseasonably thick, but she thinks it looks nice. And when she sees the old man... yeah, that looks like who was in the video. She's got a first aide kit under her arm, but frowns briefly when she realizes she doesn't actually know the guy's name. Well crab. She puts a smile on her face though as she walks over to the guy and reaches out to lightly touch one of his arms]

Excuse me?

[He jumps slightly, having been lost in thought, then looks up at the little girl who has come to fetch him.

No, not a girl - a young lady.

He frowns. He doesn't know her.]

Who are you?

Haruhi Suzumiya - we were just talking [And she lifts up the first aide kit to confirm this] but I didn't catch your name, so.

[...Oh the girl, yes, he remembers now.

He holds out his hands, palms up, to show how he's bleeding.]

My name is Walter Bishop - Doctor Walter Bishop. I...think I cut myself.

Oh jeez, you really did. -Nice to meet you though, Dr. Bishop.

[She motions for him to sit on the edge of the fountain after examining his hand just long enough to conclude there doesn't seem to be glass or anything edged in there from her once over. So she needs to clean up the blood, decide again, go from there. So into the kit for sterile wipes]

[He smiles a little at being called Doctor Bishop and does what she says, sitting down and waiting for her to clean up his wounds.]

I couldn't find the devices or a mirror and scalpel. I know they're watching us - and I can't allow that.

They are, yeah. [There's really no denying that, but...] I'm not sure they're the most attentive about it though, if that helps.

[And she's making her way to cleaning now - antiseptic next]

That's what they want you to think.

False senses of security and privacy are the best ways to ensure that they receive the most information. This... Everyone is so complacent... It reminds me of another place, a bad place. It isn't right.

[He looks down at his hands as she cleans them.]

...They used to stick me with needles and pump me full of medicine. Take away what little there was of me. Shock away the rest until all I could see was what they wanted. ...They said it would make me better. I've stared into the faces of monsters, but they've never scared me as much as that place.

...It's not as complacent as your might think, but I can see why you would think that.

[She says this slowly, trying to keep a soothing voice. It doesn't suit her, but she's been trying to get better about it. And you know what, props to the old man for not flinching that much through this process. Still, Shocked him... that sounds terrible, because he's implying torture]

...

[He stares at his hands, the antiseptic stinging, but barely registering. His mind strays and he speaks to someone who isn't there.]

Peter, I want to go home. I don't have my lab and there is no case here. It isn't Boston - it smells funny. The air here - it's too...different.

[Walter looks up at Haruhi.]

I'm sorry, my dear. I don't have my medication. But you're very good at this. Are you a nurse?

No... not technically. I've taken a class of battlefield triage, and did some self-study for more mundane things. [With that wiped, she'll do some bandaging now. Bandage, bandage...]

... Have you checked the Dome for your medication?

It's very handy.

[He looks at her handiwork and watches calmly before chuckling a little.]

Oh, I highly doubt that. I mix my medications myself.

Then you might find the supplies for it, there?

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