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[Filtered to Rassilon, Rinzler, Rhade, Seven, Martha, and Dracula]

Though some of you already know: I can now say, conclusively, that Sherlock Holmes, my warden, has left the barge.

[She looks very chilly as she says this, haughty and unaffected.
Please ignore the tension in her neck. She's being emotionless.]

[Vasilia's bundled up in a robe; her face is waxy-pale with heat-reddened cheeks; she's reached the point where she's stopped sweating. She is having obvious difficulty breathing]

This is becoming intolerable.

For the last three days I have said nothing, assuming that the basic decency of our captors would see this rectified. I have no more patience!

Why does nobody else noticed the increased gravitational pull? Why hasn't this been corrected? Are the life support systems malfunctioning? It would explain how inhumanely cold it is. The food's quality is steeply declining day by day; it offers neither savor (which I hardly expect!) or the nutritional content to provide basic energy. This is-

[She breaks off into a wet cough, diving offscreen to muffle it in something that she can burn later. Phlegm. Disgusting.]

How can I fail to mention the quality of the air! Some large molecular contaminant-- pollution from poorly maintained equipment, I can only assume-- is making breathing more and more of a labor. I could tolerate it, perhaps, if these beds could provide restful sleep, but they do not!

The rest of you may ignore this campaign to weaken and exhaust the inmates of the vessel, but I demand better treatment.