1. You try to get comfortable, but the bed is less than ideal. 2. You begin to drift off, but have trouble getting to sleep.
This is a listing of every "entry" in a given game conversation as scraped from the game files. Entries often contain written dialogue, as well as conditional logic governing their appearance to the player. They also link to other entries, sometimes automatically and sometimes through player action. This page is best used to search for a specific word or phrase, as following the links in this format can be difficult. For an experience that better accommodates the branching structure of these conversations, see the corresponding interactive page.
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0 | None |
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1 | None |
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2 | You | Why? |
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3 | Bed | Maybe it's the bed's fault? |
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4 | You | Check the pillow. |
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5 | You | Check the blanket. |
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6 | You | Roll over to the other side. |
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7 | Bed | It's a little better... Colours, scenes, and half-formed phrases still litter your mind. Part of you is still trying to solve the case, isn't it? |
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8 | Bed | Its synthetic filling has separated into hard lumps. The pillowcase smells oddly. |
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9 | Bed | It barely covers your toes, stretching over your soft belly. This is your body here, intimate and warm, breathing... |
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10 | None |
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11 | Perception (Smell) | Smells of alcohol and sweat. And grease. |
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12 | Composure | A bit tense in the muscles -- relax. |
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13 | Half Light | Breathing, are you sure? Your heart beats a little bit faster at this unnerving thought. |
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14 | You | Who killed him? Who? |
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15 | You | No more thoughts. Fall asleep now... |
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16 | Bed | Something to do with... What was it that the lieutenant said? Union? And it's gone again, your thoughts lost between the slowing brain waves. |
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17 | Bed | Your breathing steadies. A great silence washes over you... until your eyelids *twitch* in your sleep and images... images start forming... |
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18 | None |
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19 | Bed | And then -- sleep doesn't come. |
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20 | Inland Empire | Under your thrumming eyelids, you see a dizzying array of colours. You won't get off this carousel quite so easily. |
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21 | Bed | ... |
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22 | You | But I *want* to sleep... |
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23 | Bed | Obviously -- you're in bed with your eyes closed. But it's not happening. |
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