*stumbles in, obviously exhausted, with singed hair and a torn robe, collapses on a booth and silently orders a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster, a class-A amnestic, and a vial of morphine* "Keters. So many Keters. All the scips breaching at once, researchers dying [i]en masse[/i], two whole MTFs cut down in moments, I...I just need to forget."