Diklah has passed away. He stood up to fast and broke his skull on one of Elizabeth's ceiling fixtures.
"Christ!" She looked shocked, quickly reaching for her tattered companion blanket. "I gotta go give my condolences, fuck, poor Liz… What a way to go, though…" Slowly shaking her head, she tied the blanket around herself. "Whoever’s in charge has a real sick sense of humor."












