[They are at the Machine. It is time to stare at the cursed water.
Rosamund leans over the ledge. Prudently of course. The machine (or whatever it is) is in the centre of the grand vat, and the smell is wretched, rusty and rotten. She can't say for certain that it's a kind of blood, but her stomach churns in a way that suggests it may be.]
You wouldn't have an ability to get us over there, would you?
WEEK 7: Monday
Rosamund leans over the ledge. Prudently of course. The machine (or whatever it is) is in the centre of the grand vat, and the smell is wretched, rusty and rotten. She can't say for certain that it's a kind of blood, but her stomach churns in a way that suggests it may be.]
You wouldn't have an ability to get us over there, would you?