AAACK. Terrence jumps a foot in the air and opens the door.

"Oscar! Thank god."

He doesn't seem like he knows yet.

"What's going on?" Oscar asks.

"Jing Yi's in a coma!"

Terrence points, helpfully.

Jing Yi is indeed unconscious.

"I can't wake him. I - I don't know why - I don't know if this is ..."

"Can we take him to a doctor?" Oscar asks. "Or if not... Inaaya?"

Why now of all times, he wonders.

"I... think Inaaya might be better. I mean, I don't know. But my guess is - uhh, that a. A conventional doctor wouldn't be able to help." Terrence tugs at his shirt collar, fretful. "Based on - well, just context clues. But I'm not sure that Inaaya knows a damn thing either. Oh, dear."

"Inaaya knows a lot of things." It comes out a little more defensive than he intended. "I can check to see if she's awake if you'd like to stay with Jing Yi?"

Terrence doesn't notice.

"Oh, to hell with it. He's out like a light, I'll go with you."

Is he going to have to pantomime to Inaaya that Terrence doesn't know about Roby. Or is he going to haplessly watch Terrence find out.

"Alright," he says.

They find Inaaya's room empty!

Did she leave a note or anything?

Nope! Just completely forgot that was a thing that a person might do.

Sal's not where they left him either, though. Presumably wherever they went they went together?

Weird. Did they poison Jing Yi and bail????

...No, probably they didn't.

But did they????

...No, probably they didn't.

Terrence wrings his hands.

Poor Terrence. "Maybe we ought to wait here?" Oscar suggests. It's not like he has any better ideas.

Meanwhile--

Dr. Aarons is having a very bad morning.

He looks like he got almost no sleep.

"We're sorry to interrupt you so soon after... well. I hope you'll agree afterwards that this was worth your time."

Inaaya came up with this plan and seems to be leading it, but they would've discussed on the way up the best way to present things; does she want either of them to lead things off or handle certain topics so she isn't spearheading this, or just chime in when they have something relevant to say?

She can spearhead it, since she's the one who's presenting any kind of proof.

"I'm going to make a very strange claim and I'd like to present you with the evidence for it first," she says to Dr. Aarons. "Is there an object you can hand me that you know the history of, can guarantee that I don't, and don't mind me finding out?"

"Certainly. Should it be some sort of unusual history?"

"The harder it would be for me to guess, the better."

"Hm, I think I have something around here..."

"Perhaps this will do." He pulls out a necklace with a cross from a drawer.

Why is there a necklace in a drawer-- you know what, doesn't matter.

She takes the necklace, and goes blank like she's having an absence seizure.

Grief. She gets a lot of grief, and fear, and self-hatred. Inchoate anger at the government and the world.

A comfort. The warmth of a hand, clutching it. Eventually, hope. Eventually, forgiveness.

Are there facts, usually she gets facts and not just emotional impressions, and in this instance she's specifically looking for them--

The sound of prayers, sometimes an Our Father but often thy will be done, over and over again. thy will be done, thy will be done, thy will be done, let this cup pass from my lips yet not my will but thine be done.

It was a gift from the owner to Leo. In gratitude.