Easterson: “Guinevere de Butugenhause? My wife? What are you doing here?”
Guinevere spins around to see her husband entering Stockon’s hospital room. Stockon, luckily, had been in the throws of an unusually-protracted blink, and returns to his faux-comatose state.
Easterson: “…-erson de Butugenhausen, yes. Come on woman, out with it!”
Before she can reply, Stockon’s physician – Dr. Gnarlhawk Sinclair – enters the room. Easterson’s gaze sweeps from one to the other.
Easterson: “Oh I see now. I see all too well…”