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audio; dated to midnight on the 3rd

[blindfighting]

Jess?

Jessica. Are you there?

[walkingshitshow]

Matt?

[ She's scrambling out of bed to answer him. ]

Murdock, is that really you?

[blindfighting]

Yeah, it's me.

I guess, uh. I died.

[ Jesus, this is weird. ]

[walkingshitshow]

Fuck.

I spent two days looking for you but I couldn't find you. We only found your mask and it was covered in blood.

[ She sounds tense, tired...probably like she wants to hit something. ]

You've been gone for three days.

[blindfighting]

Great. Charming. We're in fairyland with a serial killer.

It didn't seem like that long, honestly.

...I'm sorry.

[walkingshitshow]

It sure looks like it. There was another victim besides you and someone attacked Kira as well but they were scared off before they could finish the job. But Kira thinks it's another Favored.

It's okay, it's your fault. But what happened? Do you remember anything?

[blindfighting]

Yeah, I know. Well, about Lydia. Not that someone else was attacked.

I thought I heard Foggy and Karen. In the forest. Someone asked me...if I was looking for ghosts, I think? And then they stabbed me.

They were quiet, and they knew exactly where to stab. Think I got maybe one good hit on their mask before I lost too much blood.

[walkingshitshow]

Yeah, that's the name. How did you know about her?

And you didn't think it was a little weird that your friends were in the forest? Were they calling for you?

Huh. How much trouble do you think I would get into if I started storming into people's rooms to see their masks?

[blindfighting]

I spent the last...however long watching her play chess with a death fairy.

[ Yeah. Watching. ]

They sounded like they were in trouble. In pain.

More than it's worth, Jess.

[walkingshitshow]

Gees, that sounds like...wait, watching? Like you could actually see?

Can you see now?

[ She sighs a little. ]

This fucking place. It...made me see Kilgrave. And hear him.

Someone killed you, Murdock, I'm not just going to let it go.

[blindfighting]

Yeah.

No.

[ He would rather not talk about it. ]

Shit. I'm sorry, Jess.

It's fine. It didn't take. It doesn't take here at all, apparently. [ Which is??? Kind of a disturbing thought. He also really doesn't want to talk about that. ]

[walkingshitshow]

Well, fuck them. They could have let you keep your sight.

[ She falls quiet for a moment. ]

Yeah, well. I thought it was the masks.

That doesn't really make it better but fine. But I'm still going to keep an eye out in case whoever it is pulls this shit again. Then I reserve the right to punch them in the head.

[blindfighting]

It's fine. [ It's not. ]

...No. It doesn't. I doubt the knew when they put a knife between my ribs I'd pull a Lazarus. So punch away.

[walkingshitshow]

Good to know you're on board.

Look, do you want me to come over or would you rather be alone?

[blindfighting]

What time is it? Did I wake you up? [ Her voice kind of sounded like he may have. ]

[walkingshitshow]

No, you didn't. It's only a little while after midnight.

[blindfighting]

Jesus.

I'll be fine, Jess. Try to get some sleep.

[walkingshitshow]

Are you kidding me? These are morning hours for me.

But go, uh, relax or do whatever you want. I'm...it's good you're back.

[blindfighting]

Yeah I'm...not really tired, either.

Thanks. You'll have to fill me in on what I missed.

[walkingshitshow]

Besides people dying, there hasn't been that much going on. Except that I might be opening a shop.

[blindfighting]

A shop?

[walkingshitshow]

Uh, yeah.

[ She seems to be hesitating. ]

Selling toys. The sex kind.

[blindfighting]

[ It takes a second or two, but Matt chuckles softly. ]

You should do some good business if the noise I've had to tune out is any indication.

[walkingshitshow]

[ A tiny bit of a sigh there but she sounds amused when she speaks. ]

Yeah, that's what I'm guessing. Should I set anything aside for you, Murdock?

[blindfighting]

[ The answering laughter is even fuller, more genuine. You're a gift, Jones. You really are. ]

Surprise me.