Come away. [He's falling apart. Party closes his own eyes, mouth open carefully over Ghoul's, catching his stuttered breath. It's scary. He's got it.] You don't gotta be here. C'mon, come away. Remember the sun?

[Don't think about it. Don't think about it right now, just get your body back. Party's hands run over his chest and neck, pressure deeper, slower. Relax.] Sun's out. Sun's out an' the radio's on. No talkin, no emergency, just music. What're you listenin to? Whattayou hear, G?