Lucille: Wake up, Waylan, wake up! Lucille: Come on, you great drunken oaf. This isn't funny. * Can't you wake him up? * Lucille​: No. I can't wake any of these men up. * Is everything okay? * Lucille​: No, everything is not okay. I can't wake any of these men up. * Lucille: They keep muttering things - strangely similar things - as though they're all sharing the same dream. * Lucille: Makes no sense. * Lucille: I've heard rumours of men affected like this. Lulled into sleep by a strange force, never to wake again. * Lucille: They just lie there, empty, as though their soul just upped and left somewhere. * Lucille: I don't know what to do. That's my husband there, my Waylan. I don't know what I'd do without him. * Player: * Can I help? * ​L