Time of Death

( Amidst the excitement, one Lodger stands. He [ Hen ] is not giddy like the others. In fact, he barely notices the buffet of sugary desserts. For him, time seems to all but stand still as his disbelieving eyes take in the mangled remains of what used to be two individual carriages. He lurches forward with determination and pries apart each door, carrying the drivers onto the Society's steps. No pulse. Heads wounded beyond recognition. His fingers curl around his dominant hand and he pushes his weight onto the driver's chest, just below the sternum.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11,12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32

Still nothing, and his friend is dying with him. Where is help with you need it? )

( She [ Jasper ] was watching him from the shadows, wondering why the others weren't helping. The humans were clearly not functional and required some sort of maintenance. She entered the porch area, kneeling down beside the doctor. Somehow, hitting these people seemed to help. She studied him, curling her own fingers around her hand, pumping powerfully as she listened to him count. )

( He holds his fingers to the men's necks and scowls. )

Hen: No no no! Again!

( He begins the cycle, starting over with 1 )

( She follows his lead, checking the pulse. )

Jasper: Still nothing!

Hen: again!

Jasper: I don't feel anything moving!

Hen: No! I won't accept that! Again!

( After their 5th set, she sits up. )

Jasper: Call it!

Hen: I am NOT going to let them die! Again!

Jasper: NO. ( Jasper bellows, her voice echoing from every corner of the square. )

Hen: Then move out of the way! I'll revive them myself!

( She grabs Hen squarely by the shoulders and lifts him. )

Jasper: The humans are getting cold. They're GONE!

Hen: What do you know of death? You're not even human!

Jasper: I've lost a lot comrades. You HUMANS were amongst the casualties! I was responsible for killing thousands of people across the galaxy! If you don't think I know what guilt looks like, then I suggest you look a little harder.

( She drops him. )

Hen: This isn't a pity party! This is a collision! People's lives!

( She sits on the banister. )

Jasper: Ohh don't give me that! ( She approaches the victims. ) Look at the contusions. The moment those carriages collided, they were squashed like bugs. You did what you were ordered to, but it's over now. You don't have to pretend anymore, so call it.

Hen: ( He looks to the clock across the street, before turning to the men, weakly. ) Time of death: 12: 09 P.M Send for the morgue, I'll conduct the autopsy there.