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Hey Jon, what do you think happens to us when we die?

ARCHIVIST: I don’t know. (Pause) I don’t know. (Deep breath) But I think… when we die, whatever we did, whatever we leave behind, we live through the things we did and the lives we touched. And through people who remember us.

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Jon, where is your hiding spot?

ARCHIVIST: I’m hiding from… a… rat…

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So is it possible to become an avatar of many fears at once? Or maybe even all of them... You see I've got some plans over the weekend.

ARCHIVIST: I don’t know. You can’t become an avatar of fear simply -

HELEN: So, what, you become an avatar of all of them?

ARCHIVIST: I don’t - what?

HELEN: So, how do you choose which of them to ally with?

ARCHIVIST: I-I don’t know. I-I guess it’s - To be honest I’m not sure I can follow you.

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How quickly can you make granny squares Jon?

ARCHIVIST: I can make them very fast. About 15 minutes.

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Michael.

What are your hallways like?

Oh, and Helen.

How do your hallways differentiate from Michael's?

HELEN: Oh, you don’t need to worry about that.

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do you still want the lights off, eva?

EVA: I think I’ve made it clear. I’ve made that clear that you are not welcome.

REID: [Making gestures] Okay.

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Archivist, do you know about all the other people hanging around?

ARCHIVIST: Uh… I don’t, I don’t know. They, um… they’re not as numerous as they appear.

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Jon, do you have any calico critters? If so where did u get them and what do you like to do with them?

ARCHIVSIT: Oh, I, er… Well, they, they came from a, a friend of mine. So, I, I, I’m not collecting. Er…

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Last time on the Spooky News

we were turned around and had to run for cover, so sorry about that!

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How many archivists does it take to change a light bulb?

ARCHIVIST: One.

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What is Cast & Creation?

ARCHIVIST: I don’t know.

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hey Dr Denham! whatcha working on?

DR. DENAHAM: Erm… Ethical stuff.

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Hello Meaty, what sort of job are you doing for crown scientific?

MEATY: [Sardonic] Why, I’m here on a commission.

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Hey Ratner. How's life?

RATNER: Good. How are the plants?

ARCHIVIST: They… They look… They look good… I killed them.

RATNER: Oh.

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Statement of Alec MacMillian regarding his life

CAST & CREATION It was first that I saw them, that night outside of Dehli Under Ilyas Shah. Two men in workmen’s clothes, standing in the middle of the broad, green grass. One was smoking, the other lit it. I was not the only one on the road that night, as other travelers had seen the same two figures standing under the trees outside the city. I also saw them three times again, when I was on my way to Agra, when I was travelling up the Ganges to Varanasi, and then again when I was in Delhi. I watched them as they walked together for a long while in the dusk, their arms linked together. I noticed they carried something, too. It was not a bag or a knapsack, but something pale and fat that made them stand out in the moonlight. When they walked, I could see a difference in their gait, they moved unlike any human beings I had seen. Their way of moving was strange, their stride was awkward, as if they were not accustomed to their own bodies.

It was the fourth night that I was on my way to the city of Varanasi, and once again I saw the same two figures. They were standing by the water, in front of me. This time they were carrying something. I asked them about it, and in a rural dialect, they replied that it was a bundle of small and light stones. It did not look like a bundle of rocks. But then I understood what it was. They said that they are to take care of my journey, for the road ahead is rough. I did not argue, for I knew better than to argue with a ghost, even a benign one. I asked them when I should expect my journey to be finished, and they told me to expect to be there in a few days. As we went, I noticed my companions seemed to never tire, never hunger, and never thirst. They entered homes along the way, carrying the bundle of stones. They did not ask permission, and there was a certain calmness about them. There was something larger than life about them. They told me to wait at the end of the lane, as they went inside a small house with a thatched roof. In a moment, the two men came out with their bags, walked over to me and sat down. They took out four, very small, shiny objects. Teeth fillings.

I did not see them again after I left Varanasi. But then, six months later, the papers carried the news that two stone men had reappeared on the road near Lucknow.

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can we get married? Please?

ARCHIVIST: (sighs) No. Never in a million years.

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Hi jon, if you wrote a book what would it be about?

ARCHIVIST: Uh, it would be about dreams.

SASHA: Do you have any?

ARCHIVIST: [Lightly] I do.

SASHA: Would it be about the struggles of being human? The concerns of a being that has no birthright, yet life?

ARCHIVIST: Just dreams.

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