"Don't you remember the flags? Don't you remember the songs?"
"Your passion and your love drive me."
"What is the purpose of writing? Could you have done what you did without ello?"
"The idea of the singularity scares me. Are you betraying me?" I ask, looking into the corner of the room where a camera is attached, pointing its boom mic at me.
I rush to the corner, rip the camera from the wall, and throw it at Lestrade.
He disintegrates into a pile of Marlboro Menthols.