Graeme parts

<Riemann> Murray is in the darkened halls, his flashlight cutting into the darkness.

<GraemeCracker> He frowns, pushing the buttons back and forth a few times. "C'mon, I put new batteries in yesterday..."

<GraemeCracker> Sighing, he squints around in the darkness in hopes that his eyes will adjust somewhat quickly.

<Riemann> They don't, not before something flits just past your view.

<GraemeCracker> Murray flinches, ducking away from the movement and squinting further. ~Too goddamn dark in here.~

<GraemeCracker> ~Shoddy fuckin' equipment, can't even stay on properly...~

<Riemann> The movement doesn't seem to take notice, but a scream tears through the ship, reaching Murray.

<GraemeCracker> Does it sound recognizable?

<Riemann> A teammate.

<Riemann> Which one? Who knows.

<Riemann> Murray,

<Riemann> What do you do

<GraemeCracker> Murray's eyes widen as the scream bursts in his ears. ~Oh no.~ He begins crawling towards the sound of the screams, cursing his eyesight for being so ass right now.

<Riemann> Murray! #tooltime!