[ 1490 Kramden Road, Early morning ]
[ As usual, Mayfield has placed Ilsa in her assigned bed. As is habit with her, she has curled up with the occupant of that bed. This time, it may be more obvious something is wrong. ]
[ Waking up after dying is difficult for her, because there's the memories of the moments before losing consciousness that permeate her dreams. Ilsa is twitching and shaking, reliving the last stages of radiation poisoning. The fatigue that was part of it is convincing her dream-self that she is too tired to wake herself up. ]
[ Phone, early morning, filtered to Tarvek Sturmvoraus: ]
Tarvek? Are you okay?
[ Phone, mid-morning, filtered to non-drones: ]
Everyone all right, now? No lingering effects? Other than the usual, that is? anyone need any help?
[ 1490 Kramden Road, late morning: ]
[ There is a rather large shipping crate left in the driveway next to the mailbox, addressed to Ilsa. She's standing next to it, with a pry-bar, but not opening it yet. She seems conflicted, care to ask why?]