[ Whoa, Gil. You are moving a lot. Break feels suddenly dizzy. And not so good. He lets go of Gilbert, drawing woozily away from him. ]
Glass.
T-table.
[ He stares deep into the glass for a long time, as if trying to divine its secrets. Finally, with a look of determination and slow, lurching movements, he manages to get the glass on the side table. Sort of. The foot of it is about half-on, half-off the edge. But he seems satisfied with his effort, as he sits up again and glances over at himself... and... ]
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Glass.
T-table.
[ He stares deep into the glass for a long time, as if trying to divine its secrets. Finally, with a look of determination and slow, lurching movements, he manages to get the glass on the side table. Sort of. The foot of it is about half-on, half-off the edge. But he seems satisfied with his effort, as he sits up again and glances over at himself... and... ]
Wuh--
Where--?
Where's Emily?