Carole, can I have the solvent please?
It's no good, Mr Brittas.
Pardon?
She's in a trance. I think she's having another vision.
Well, do you think we could wake her up, Colin? I need the solvent.
I don't think that would be wise, Mr Brittas.
No, no, not more blood in here. Not in here, please!
Colin, the borough council employs Carole 'cause of her skills as a receptionist, not 'cause she claims to see into next week with an eye in the middle of her forehead. Wake her up, will you?