Keenan

  The hallway outside Fyvie Hall, University of Westminster, London, Earth.

  April 13, 2:11pm, Greenwich Mean Time

  Voicemail left for Dr. Angus McBairn by Dr. Keenan Fritz at 2:11pm, April 13th:

  Angus, mate, ah-

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  Look, I don’t know how to exactly - ah -

  Well look I better just get straight to it, I’ve got Wei at me with a fire poker. I’ll tell you all about that later.

  But look - I did a very bad thing - I stole your designs and made my own computer - you see, the Kings offered me a mint to do it - because you know old Phillip’s got that tumour in his whatsit - you know - ‘down there’.

  But I cooked the goose Gus. I turned the whole lecture hall into violent lunatics.

  I hope the problem is just in that room. But I suspect it isn’t. Oh God.

  Look, I’ve got to go. But you have to meet me back at the Institute. We’ve got to put things back, before -

  Mate, hold on a sec -

  *The sound of a ruckus, Wei shrieking like a banshee, a disgusting clunking noise, then a thud*

  Oh God, oh God, oh God. I’ve just brained Wei. Oh Jesus help me. It was in self-defence - you have to believe me!

  Oh God - there’s more coming.

  Meet you at the Institute Gus. Quickly!