thea.curtis: What do you want from me?
thea.curtis: Maybe.
thea.curtis: downwards.
thea.curtis: you know.
thea.curtis: Somewhere else?
thea.curtis: I need to stay awake.
thea.curtis: Anything else?
thea.curtis: through the broken glass.
thea.curtis: You could give me my gun back.
thea.curtis: floating all over the place.
thea.curtis: I'm not.
thea.curtis: Insomnia