That doesn't sound like a shredder...It's an incinerator.
Two minutes. Then Valentina's slate is wiped clean.
You don't know that for sure. Could be anything. Could be for anything. Could be for when they come to pick me up.
Do you feel that?! The temperature rising dramatically as if heat were involved?
...Okay, it's an incinerator.
Oh, boy. That is no way to go.
Well, how would you like to die today, Bob?
Okay, ghost lady.
Ava.
Sure. Whatever. Don't care. We need to get you through the walls, so that you can open the door.
She tried that already.
I know she did. But we haven't tried shutting down the sound barrier.
Well, if they built it just for her, there's gotta be an independent power source.
Come on. Let's goǃ
What... what exactly is it we are looking for?
We are looking for not-stupid questions, Bob.


