"Don't become an empress," advises Bella, chuckling.

Kissing one is highly recommended!

He would be the first to recommend it.

Kissing rock stars: also recommended.

Ripper sighs.

"There's no longer an issue with covering it up, I can wake him if there's someplace for him to go," she adds. "Anybody whose requesting person doesn't concoct such a place still gets waked, I can always put them on Saturn, but I figured I'd ask you first."

"Honestly, I didn't even like him that much," he says. "I'm not really sure if he has family."

"I suppose the department that's handling all the other dead people will look into it, then."

He shrugs.

"Why were you moping so much about him if you didn't even like him?"

"I didn't like him, but I still watched him die," he says. "And I felt sort of responsible. Not for any good reason, but it's amazing how much that doesn't help."

"Now you've got me wondering if I should go identify myself to the various people who saw me get hit by a car. I'm not confident they've all connected the dots."

"Maybe you should."

"...Especially the guy who was driving the damn thing, I should have thought of this earlier."

"He'll be okay in the long run. Everyone'll be okay in the long run. That's my job."

"Yeah. But he still died," says Ripper. "And I still saw it. It didn't look fun."

"I bet it wasn't. Wasn't fun how I did it either, and I'm fine," she says encouragingly. (Nuzzle, nuzzle.)

Snuggle hug.

Snuzzle. (Discreet brainphone with J removing Randall from the special processing list so the regular staff can get to him whenever they get to him.)