WHOEVER YOU ARE UP THERE, THANK YOU!

MY GOD, STEVE, IT THOUGHT WE WERE… WHERE ARE WE?

IN THE SHOWERS OF THE INFIRMARY. FINALLY. I HOPE.

WELL DONE, ROWLAND. I WAS CERTAIN THAT YOU WERE INTENDING TO DO SOMETHING OF THIS NATURE.

UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU, AT MY AGE I DON'T GET MUCH SLEEP. IT MUST BE TEN YEARS NOW THAT I'VE BEEN ASKING FOR THAT GRATE TO BE SEALED.

IT'S NOT FAIR… IT'S NOT FAIR…

IT'S NOT FAIR!

YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, YOU BASTARD!

BILLY! NO!

YOU HAVEN'T GOT THE RIGHT, YOU HEAR! NOT AFTER WHAT WE WENT THROUGH DOWN THERE, YOU HAVEN'T!

STOP, BILLY!

LET GO OF HIM, IN GOD'S NAME, IT WON'T DO ANY GOOD!*