Gwendolyn Bouchard

So whoever did it cleaned up after themselves. Even more reason to call the police. They have all kinds of DNA tests and forensic... Will you just look, Gwen?

And you're certain that this is some sort of portal? That they weren't just... Don't. Disintegrated? I swear.

Then I'm inclined to believe them. Alright. Given all I've heard here, I'm making an executive decision to prohibit direct interaction with the phenomena below the Hilltop Center until we have more information.

Alice, I understand that Lena's departure may have been more abrupt than you expected, but my promotion has already been officially ratified. You should have an email from the ministerial aide waiting in your inbox with the details. To put it simply, I'm your boss now, whether you like it or not.

It did not eat Colin. The system just... Responded to an attack. By eating Colin. I'm sure that as long as we don't follow in his footsteps, we can maintain business as usual. Gwen, this is serious.

The minister is... A useless sack of skin. Very busy. And even if I were to raise this, I doubt he could be much help. I'd be jeopardising this office for nothing.

I'm going to call the police now. I'm going to call the police and tell them what we found. And you're not going to mention your wild theory.

Keep calm and carry on? It's essential that we understand what happened to Sam and what's going on with the system before we take any action. I just think it would be better if we kept such investigations... Off the books, as it were. That makes sense. Naturally, neither I nor the OIAR accept liability for your safety in these investigations, since they are not part of your official work duties.

That said, I will, of course, understand if you both wish to leave. I'll even add a competitive severance package, which I think is more than generous given the circumstances. Piss off. We're staying.

Thank you. Right. Well, in that case, if there's nothing else, I believe you both have an extensive backlog to be getting on with.

Partially. Now, if you don't mind, I am very busy. Oh, and Alice, I expect you to show me a little more respect moving forward. I am your manager, after all.

Alice, for God's sake.

What is?

Don't be ridiculous. It can't just be gone.

Then what exactly do you propose?

I am in charge.

Don't say that. That's not what happened.

I don't... What's that?

Obviously it's a beep. What I meant is... Gwen. I see it. Open it, Alice.

Oh, for goodness sake.

Well, now we know.

It definitely sounds like the system was provoked and... Don't you do that.

I just meant that I don't think we're in any danger as long as we don't antagonise it.

No. No, I'm sure we can leave. Um, Freddie? Can we leave?

I am in charge, and now we've established there is no further risk to staff and that a police response would be... inappropriate. I think it would be best if we take a moment to... to assess the situation and, um... Gwen, where is Lena? I really don't know how much clearer I can be. The minister decided to have her replaced and gave me the job. What, just like that? No exit interview? No handover?

Just like that. Now, Alice, I need you to please explain to me again what you meant when you said Sam was gone. Is he dead? No! At least, Celia doesn't seem to think so. And what does Celia know about this?

Obviously, we need to bring Celia back in.

Look... I know everyone has been through a lot, but it's clear to me that none of us is operating with complete information at the moment. So if it really is just the three of us left, then we need to put our heads together and get on the same page as soon as possible, and that starts with Celia telling me her account of things.

What? Alice, have you got Celia yet? Are you on your way back?

Don't touch it! This is a crime scene now. Someone shoved... Someone's severed hand into the server, so we need to phone the police. Right now.

It's using the photocopier.

It's printing his face. Colin's face. Over and over. It won't stop. I tried pulling the plug, but it's still going.

Alice, don't you dare hang up...

No, you don't. It could be anyone's severed hand.