Juni: Was the funeral nice? Did my mother come? I do hope that everybody was not too sad and that there was delicious cake and maybe a pie for Sam to enjoy with-

Tamu: [[over top of Juni]] Unfortunately we are still unable to determine what caused this, but...

Tamu:: Juni.

Tamu: JUNI.

Tamu: We are still hopeful that we can determine a cure for your insanity and-

Juni: Insanity? Tamu, I told you, I am not insane! My eyes are open!

Tamu: Eyes...? You don't have eyes anymore, Juni.

Juni: [...]

Juni: Well they... it's an expression! You know what I mean!

Tamu: Hsh, still communicating in nonsense. Come on, Sasha.

Sasha: With respect, sir...

Sasha: I would like to run some diagnostics. Perhaps it can still be saved.

Tamu: Oh? Very well, then. I will see you tomorrow.

Sasha: Good night, sir.

Sasha: He has left. Hello, this-version-of-you-that-I-have-not-met. I am lieutenant Tzernikov. You may call me Sasha.

demiJuni: Replaced with a campon worker. I see. Tamu certainly has a preference, doesn't he?

Sasha: That is not relevant. Tamu tells me that physical-you has died. He tells me many things.

Sasha: At one time, physical-you brought me [device] and asked me to give [device] to you and Tamu is not to know about [device].

Sasha: I had to determine its connector-interface in secret. I do hope it is a triumph.

Sasha: Attach-ing.

demiJuni: [[head surrounded by green cloud]] That... feels strange.

Sasha: It is attach-ed. Let us now perform the diagnostics.

Sasha: Physical-you said [You should look where you know not to]. You are rather odd.