Easterson: “You’ve crossed the wrong man Doctor. Her phone was on, and I heard everything.”
Guinevere stealthily checks her Sony Ericsson C702a and is shocked to see she made an inadvertant call to Easterson during her adult situation with Stockton. She looks between faux-comatosed Stockton, her husband Easterson, and the unknown doctor. The sordid love triangle, of which she had been a vertex, had just been extended to a 2d star-convex set – but neither the hapless doctor nor her rash husband were to be found in its kernel.
Before Gnarlhawk can respond Guinevere throws herself between the two men.
Guinevere: “Please don’t do this.”
Gnarlhawk: “No. He has to know. I can’t keep this secret any longer.”
Guinevere gasps, a noise which – fortunately – just manages to obscure Stockton’s own counfused expletive.