[The message comes through late at night, in the early hours of morning really. It begins with a moment's static and silent, hesitation, the sound of an uncertain breath. Beckett speaks in a low whisper, trying not to wake anyone in the crowded house. He sounds hoarse and congested, generally unwell, but that is just his usual luck; what's more unusual is how subdued he sounds, how distant. Like this late at night he might almost be talking in a dream.]
@Mnemosyne; voice; night 114
... may ask you something, Enoch?