By creating a legacy, by living a life worth remembering, you become immortal.

[If she sounds hoarse, it's because she's been screaming in anger for a good few minutes now. Neighbors are free to have noticed both that, and the sound of objects being thrown. She's peeked into the hall outside her room and is not at all pleased.]

Where am I, and who's the fucking psycho who reconstructed my room?! [Something else slams against the wall.] And left out all my good tools?!

[Heavy, angry breathing.]

Somebody better have some answers for me, now.