"F*ck, I'm rusty...." He sighed, sitting back down in a chair. [u]"I should be able to revive him though...or at least the real Bedlam."[/u] Bedlam glanced over at the radio before etching 87 degrees and an arrow pointing at the radio onto the table with the knife. [u] "Try and not break down crying, Bedlam. You're about balance and peace now...happy thoughts."[/u] He then blinked a few times and looked around in confusion, quickly spotting the etchings and radio. "The hell?" Bedlam turned the radio to 87 degrees before noticing the dead Grant on the floor. He set down the radio before falling to his knees beside the dead man. "G-Grant...you okay?"