[...sigh. Hanneman can't sleep on account of all the... you know... screaming... so he'll leave his tent with his gun and, you know, see if there's anyone he can talk to in order to get his mind off things...
...oh, hi, Page.]
...ugh, it's awful, isn't it? Do you suppose it's some sort of animal?
monday night
...oh, hi, Page.]
...ugh, it's awful, isn't it? Do you suppose it's some sort of animal?