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of the sole beholder.

The world around him tailored

and designed for the one and only... "

- The Individual.

- That's right.

Seems like your old nemesis

is finally coming home to roost.

We want to give you

a chance to make amends.

For what?

You're a man without religion, John,

a man without direction.

We want you to come to peace

with your inner self,

embrace a belief, however small.

How old was she, John?

How old was the little girl

you failed to save?

Count yourself lucky

that absolution is very much part

ofthis religion's dogma.

The Individual is coming back

to Meanwhile City.

So?

Well, you'll be doing us all a service.

You'll have the Ministry's permission,

sectarian permission,

to commit this sin.

Can I assume you're going to cooperate?

So what happens now?

Good. No time like the present.

Take him to the hospital,

get him dressed and field ready, please.

Oh, and, John...

You'll probably be needing this.

She went out the back.

You won't see her today.

"Her"?

My name is Emilia Bryant.

And I'm a liar.

Drowning in depression

at the bottomless lake

of my fathomless mind,

a mind that's lost its heart.

Disappointing, isn't it?

Come closer, beautiful girl.

I want to fall into the depth of your eyes,

kiss your lips as red as blood.

We understand one another.

Emergency services.

Which service do you require?

Ambulance.

Flat 3.

OK. Can you tell me

what the problem is there?

Suicide attempt. Hurry.

Next stop, Meanwhile City Hospital.

Not many people left this place

in better shape than they arrived.

I knew why I was there.

And I was running out oftime.

Here.

Get in!

Oh, hello, dear.

As Mr Tarrant probably explained,

we want to fix you up with a homing device.

We don't want to lose track of you

on the streets, now, do we?

Well, funnily enough,

he didn't mention it.

I thought this was just a medical.

Just a precaution.

If you pop yourself on this chair,

I think we can do it with a local.

Regulation for all clerics in the field.

Come, now.

Not scared of a little procedure, are we?

I needed to go to ground,

hit the safe house and make ready.

I'd always intended

on dealing with The Individual

in my own way.

How long since the call?

- 14, 15 minutes.

- Come on, love. Wake up now!

Give her some oxygen.

Who is she?

Name - Emilia Bryant.

Next of kin - Margaret Bryant. Blood type A.

Emilia, come on, wake up now.

Wake up, love.

Emilia?

Emilia, can you hear me?

Let's move her.

OK, Steve, prep Thomas's.

Tell them we've got an OD.

One, two, three...

Young female, mid-twenties,

found unconscious on her bed.

Left a suicide note, by the looks of it.

All the details are there for us.

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