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Listen, I really hope that you guys enjoy this chapter. It's got some information that I've been trying to find a place to put since Chapter Three.

Oh ah, before I forget.

TW: Strangulation. It's not overly detailed, mostly because I didn't want to go any deeper down the "How does it feel to be strangled" rabbit hole on google. Regardless, if this kind of thing makes you uncomfortable or you find it triggering, skip the paragraph after the starting with the words, "Marion didn't even have time to scream."

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There is a fine line between high fashion and clownery and all the Commander needed was a red nose. Maybe, on another person, that robe and hat would look okay, but it made the Commander look like a rejected Emerald City background character.

Marion, of course, didn't say that. He looked away from her and Leela and noticed Cass's dead body in the alcove. He walked towards it and pressed his finger to feel the man's pulse. The Commander turned to them and walked down the stairs to them.

"But not soon enough!" He slapped Leela and might've gone to slap Marion if Leela hadn't kicked him hard enough to send him onto the couch.

"We didn't kill him. Ask this thing." Leela said, gesturing to D84.

"He can't ask him, Leela, the robot can't talk, remember," Marion pointedly.

"Who are you!"

"I'm Marion and this is Leela, and you are...," Marion said, gesturing with the hand that wasn't held in place by a robot.

This brought the Commander's attention to her. He got very, very, close to her face

"Why did you kill him!"

"Easy, we didn't."

"Why did you kill him!", the man demanded again, louder.

"We didn't!"

"Tell him!" Leela commanded D84.

"That is a single function labour robot, D class. D for dumb. It can't speak."

"Has anyone told him that?" Leela said sarcastically. D84 squeezed their arms tighter for a moment.

"You have cost me and the company a great deal of money and you have killed three people. Can you think of any good reason why I should not have you executed on the spot?"

'Christ, Not a fan of how he seems too put the company and money above his workers. Not that I'm surprised. I hope it's just him who's like this and not the majority of business folk in the future. I wonder if he'd speak that way if there was a representative from the company.'

Marion suddenly got an idea, an idea that would fix a few problems if it worked, and cause several problems if it didn't.

"Yes. I've got a reason, would you mind if I retrieve it.?", she slowly and deliberately, reached into her blue bag with the hand that wasn't being held by a robot and felt around for the ID case with the psychic paper.

This plan of hers involved a couple of what Marion assumed were safe gambles The first was that neither Commander Uvanov nor his crew could see the paper for what it was. The second was that the Robots had jammed communications so that confirming their identities was impossible.

Then, there were the riskier bits of this plan the main one being that Marion was only about 75% sure that she knew how to actually use psychic paper and if she messed up then it would only make them more suspicious.

From what she remembered, you just had to make sure that while you were showing it off, you had convinced yourself that you weren't lying at all and that everything was perfectly legit. It was a bit like rolling persuasion check with advantage using an item that the DM had forgotten about until you mentioned it.

Marion was very, very, good at sounding like she knew what she was talking about and making shit up as she went along. As long as the paper didn't go on the fritz and D84 didn't suddenly decide he wanted to talk around the crewmembers, she would be able to get away with this.

Probably.

Perhaps it would be much safer to simply go with the flow but, if she already had them trusting her, Leela and the Doctor, well, it'd be a hell of a lot easier to get them to stop being stupid and to get to safety right?

The Commander got closer to her as if ready to snatch the weapon out of her hand should she pull one out and seemed confused until she maneuvered a leather wallet like thing open with one hand and held it out to him.

"Sorry I didn't pull this out, to begin with Commander Uvanov. This was supposed to be a surprise and I wanted to see how far you'd go with this. I'm Marion Henson and this is my Colleague Leela."

"Inspectors from the company?" the Commander asked, astonished.

'Sure, let's go with that,'

She turned the paper where Leela could see it and made it say, 'Just go with it!' before closing it and putting it back in her bag in case her thoughts wandered.

"We came here to do a random inspection into the facility you know, making sure everything is clean, professional, productive, and stuff like that. Oh and also that the amount of mineral that you're finding is the amount that you're reporting. That's also important. I'd appreciate it if you'd ask D84 to unhand us."

The character Marion was playing was simple. A diligent if not slightly scatterbrained bureaucrat.

"Let them go," Uvanov said quickly, his attitude changing entirely, "Why were you found in the scoop. You should've said something earlier. If we'd have known you were comin-."

Marion interrupted him. "Well, we didn't mean to be in the scoop. The boys at the transmat got the coordinates a bit wrong. We landed a bit west of where we intended to be. We wanted to start the inspection by seeing how well your security was and you know how it is." Marion shrugged, "Honestly, you were doing rather well until my colleagues were able to sneak out of this room unnoticed, you really must make sure to keep a robot trained on suspicious individuals that you find. Then we found a dead body here. And what was that accusation? Are there three dead bodies?" Marion clicked her tongue, "I'll be honest. That's not going to look pretty on the report. What do you think, Leela?"

"Your security here is very lax," Leela said, realizing what Marion was trying to do.

Marion pointed to the robot that had been holding them, "Although this lad did make an attempt to detain us until you could arrive so that does account for something I think."

A man ran into the room.

"We've caught one of the killers. Seems he killed Kerril," he noticed Cass' body, "Where these two working with him?,"

"No, no, Poul. These two are from the company. They're doing some kind of inspection of the Sandminer,"

Poul looked skeptical until. Marion flashed the psychic paper at him just long enough for him to catch a glimpse of what he hopefully saw as a professional and legitimate-looking ID. The whole psychic paper business, Marion quickly found, was just social engineering with a tool to add credibility. It was a bit like a smart suit and a clipboard except more powerful.

"Sorry for the surprise. Part of the inspection was testing how well you were finding intruders before they could cause any sabotage. Being able to get a preliminary look-see before drawing attention to ourselves was an added bonus. We tried to dress like somewhat suspicious individuals" Marion gestured towards Leela, "that bit was her idea. She is a security advisor after all,"

She turned back to Poul, "But enough about that, what is this I hear about a murder? And four apparently? And you've found the culprit you say?" Marion said, pretending as though she didn't know exactly who they were talking about.

"They're taking him to the crew room now."

"Understood,"

Poul lifted the hand of Cass to show the red marker on the back of their hand.

"Why do you think that he uses these,"

"And those are..." Marion asked walking a bit closer to fill the role of a curious bureaucrat that her choices had led her to assume the role of.

"Robot deactivation discs. There was one on Kerril, too."

"Hmm, interesting, interesting. Well, take us to the crew room then."

The crew room was, fortunately, not too far from the cabin which gave Marion time to rehearse what she was going to say when she got there. Probably something to signal to the Doctor what the current plan was.

As they approached the door, it slid open allowing them through. Poul was at the front with Marion and Leela behind him with D84 taking the rear.

Marion walked towards the Doctor, "Is this the 'killer' you were talking about?" she asked. She knew the answer of course, but part of her the roll she was assuming was of one who didn't.

"Yes, Inspector Henson. He was found in the hopper with the dead body of one of the crewmembers.," Poul said.

"Inspector?" the Doctor mouthed in confusion looking at Marion. Marion made an exaggerated sigh and turned to the Poul.

"Well, you'd better keep looking then. This man is the Doctor, my other colleague. We split up. He was trying to see how far into the facility he could get before you noticed. You found him soon enough I see. That will be a positive point in your review, although there is the matter of there apparently still being a killer on the loose. Not to worry, you all put your heads together and we'll figure out who did it and I can add that as a big bonus to you lot in my report,"

Marion wondered if her excessive mentioning of reports and reviews was getting to be a bit too much.

"Who exactly are you," Borg asked.

"Sorry, sorry," Marion fished the paper out of her bag, "I'm Inspector Marion Henson, these are my colleagues Security Advisor Leela and our maintenance expert the Doctor." She held it out long enough to be seen, but not so long that there was concern that someone might see through it.

"We're here to make sure that everything is running in tip-top shape, you know, no health and safety concerns, proper productivity, honest reporting, that sort of thing. We didn't announce ourselves because we wanted to check out your security and make sure that everything was up to snuff as it were. You caught us rather quickly at first although we were able to leave the designated room. Then again, your security team did find us before we could put chalk on the walls or anything like that. I'd probably give you a near-perfect score if it weren't for, you know..." she spun her wrist in a motion universally meaning, "all this."

"Rather poor timing," Zilda commented, "all this happening just as the company was doing inspections,"

"Yes, rather poor indeed," someone else responded.

"Are you sure that he didn't kill them?" Borg said, pointing at the Doctor.

"No, I didn't I just found the body,"

"Maybe you were hiding the body and got trapped when the hopper turned on!"

"I wasn't hiding that body, I was finding it, and I'd say it was put there for precisely that reason. Someone wanted to kill me, too."

"But why would someone want to kill you?" Zilda asked.

"They are conducting an inspection. Perhaps there was something that someone else didn't want to be found out," Marion noticed Poul glancing towards Uvanov as he said that.

"I wonder why now of all times the company is conducting inspections,"

"Who knows?" Marion shrugged, "We don't get paid to ask questions,"

"Well," the Doctor said, "we do, but not questions to the company, questions to the people we're investigating. Speaking on which, when did the murders start happening."

"A few hours ago, right before you three showed up. We thought that you were responsible."

"Maybe it was him," Poul said, pointing to Borg, "he did mark Cass for death,"

"And what do you mean by that?" Marion asked. She knew what it meant, but wanted to ensure that the crew would think that she had gotten her information from them.

"He did put a corpse marker on him."

"The red deactivation disks? Yes, I did remember seeing one on the body we found in the crew room, did all the bodies have one on them?"

"Yes, they did,"

"Interesting,"

"I didn't kill him," Borg rushing towards her, "I swear I didn't."

"I think I believe you," Marion said holding her hands up, "Well, this doesn't fall completely in our jurisdiction, but my colleagues and I are willing to help you investigate. Right Doctor? Leela?"

"Yes of course,"

"Yes. I will help find the one who killed your friends,"

Marion walked towards the door, "Well come on, we have some investigating to do," she suddenly remembered something, "Poul, Zilda, I'd very much appreciate it if you could come with us. We've still got normal inspection things to conduct after all. Everyone else, stay here please!"

The five of them left the room.

"So, where did you find the first body?" the Doctor asked Poul,

"In the storage room, here."

They turned into the room where Leela and Marion had been earlier when they saw the men under the plastic sheet being carried away by the two Robots.

"Tell me about what happened you two. What was the victim's name?," Marion said softly.

"His name was Chub, a government meteorologist. I don't know much about him, he wasn't part of the team." Poul said.

"He came to study this planet's storms," said Zilda.

"Who found him?" the Doctor asked,

"I did," said Poul, "I heard him scream. I came looking. It was odd, that because he was strangled like the others."

"That means that he couldn't have been caught by surprise. You can't scream while you're being strangled, you don't have enough oxygen." Marion

"Which means that whoever killed him was strong. Too strong for him to resist."

"What was he doing in this room?" Leela asked.

"There was a sandstorm coming. He went to get some instruments for one of his weather balloons," Zilda explained.

"And he was found lying here?" the Doctor asked.

"Yes, I found him on the floor over there," said Poul, pointing to an area near the shelves.

The Doctor pointed to one of the shelves, "Is that one of his packages?" he asked pointing to a series of crates closed with black tape.

"I think so," Poul moved to look close, "Yes, yes it is."

"Good now, imagine that you're Chub and there's a storm coming up. Pass me one of those packages."

Poul reached for one the crates and found that, to his confusion, the box wouldn't move. "It seems to be stuck," He yanked at it like a highschooler trying to open the (locked) door to his 4th period Math Class before he got caught in the hall out of class and ended up in ISS for tardiness. But all he managed to do was make Marion warily look at the shelf to make sure that it had been properly bolted to the wall. Poul turned back to the Doctor, "It must be jammed at the back."

Marion put her hands together, "So let's say that you're Chub. You've got no idea how long this storm is going to last, and are in a hurry. You need to get these instruments out and they won't budge. What do you do?"

"Well, I'd," Poul's eyes widened in realization, "I'd call for a robot. Surely you aren't suggesting..."

Zilda spoke up, "Do you remember what Chub told us about earlier, the Voc from Kaldor city? The one that tore a man's arm off?" she turned to them, "Do you seriously think that the robots are behind this?"

Marion nodded. "It's the only explanation,"

The group left the storage closet and made their way back to the crew room. As they walked, the Doctor walked slightly slower so that he can Marion could talk.

"So, it really wasn't just a hypothetical, was it? The robots being hostile?" he whispered.

"No. No, it wasn't." she replied, "Let me tell you, this investigation process is a whole lot easier since as far as they know, we're here for company business and aren't you know, murderers. Makes keeping people safe a hell of a lot simpler,"

"Ah! So that's what happened in your Omega Timeline then?" It must have been obvious by the look on her face that Marion had absolutely no idea what the Doctor was talking about.

"A person's Omega Timeline is the timeline where they don't exist; the absence of a person's influence in the world. It's the timeline that you saw when you were young."

'Ah. Another one of the many, many, half-truths that the Associate told the Doctor in the event that I slip up and tell him he's from a TV show. Got it.'

"Oh right! That. Yeah. Also, in the Omega Timeline, Zilda would be getting killed by a robot right now. That's why I asked her to come with it. At least for right now, I don't think they'll come after people who are in groups with other people. Speaking of Zilda...," Marion looked around the room. "Where, is she?"

She stopped whispering, "Poul? Where's Zilda? Do you know where she went?"

"While you and the Doctor were talking, she went off somewhere."

"Well. Shoot,"

"That's fine!" Marion said, taking a deep breath and trying to hide the fact that this was in fact NOT fine. It was about as fine a shattered glass window, "You could probably help me anyway. Mechanics and such are the Doctor's whole business. I still have my other jobs to do. Could you direct me to Uvanov's quarters? I'm supposed to check each of the crew's rooms for doctored datasheets and the like,"

"Datasheets?" she saw the Doctor mouth to her.

Marion glared at him.

"I've got to go by the control room to let them know what happened. It's on the way, I can show you," Poul said. Marion guessed that he was far too shaken by the thought of killer robots to see that the finer details Marion's fake identity was about as well put together as an IKEA wardrobe put together by a person who doesn't believe in using screws.

"Thanks!"

Poul and Marion left, leaving Leela and the Doctor in the crew room.

'The robots won't attack people who are together yet.' she repeated like a mantra in her head. She had no proof of this, but it was a comforting thought that she chose to hold onto.

"It's down that hall there," Poul said pointing.

"Thank You. Your helpfulness will be noted,"

And the two of them parted ways.

Marion walked down the hallway in question for a bit until she came across a hallway that looked familiar from what she saw in the show.

"Are you authorized to be in this hallway?" the familiar mechanical voice of the robot said.

Marion froze. 'Please be D84, Please be D84, Please be D84,' she thought before turning around to see who was talking.

'Son of a fuck!'

The letters on the robot's chest, unfortunately, said V45, not D84. The robot who from what she remembered, had been sent to kill Zilda. He was even holding a deactivation disk in hand. Marion glanced at it and hoped that V45 didn't notice her doing so.

Suddenly, a huge downside to the plan she had come up with flashed through Marion's mind like when a teenager gets home from school, takes out their calculator, and realizes, to their horror, it was in radian mode when they took their Trig midterm.

In another world, there are two trespassers found in the sandminer. They have no identification, and due to their appearance coinciding with the deaths of some of the crew members, they are deemed as suspicious by some and murderers by most.

The robots and their leader do not attempt to kill the two humans until their plan is unfortunately discovered. After all, humans find it much easier to believe that the murderer is a fellow human than a robot that shouldn't be able to harm them and even easier to believe that it's an outsider that they don't know. As long as these two intruders are up and about, the robots are free from suspicion. Why would ANYONE suspect a diligent and obedient robot over two strange individuals that came from nowhere?

However, this is not another world.

In this world, there are three individuals found in the sandminer. One of them is able to produce legitimate-looking identification that suggests that she and her colleagues were sent by the company for investigation and inspection purposes. Of course, (as far as the robots know) they are not here to investigate the robots exactly but it's not out of the question that they might find something as they sniff about.

In other words, while in another world, the surprise guests are an opportunity. In this one, they are a threat.

This is not something that Marion considered when she first made her plan. The only thing that she considered was the fact that her plan would make moving around and saving people like Zilda easier.

"Oh. I was just here to check to make sure the numbers are in order. I don't think the company is going to be willing to excuse a lack of proper paperwork just because of some unpleasantness brewing you know?" she said quickly. Attempting to put some distance between her and the robot. The robot moved closer to her.

"You are in the wrong hallway. Shall I escort you?"

Marion weighed the pros and cons of staying here or following the murder robot.

'If I leave with the Robot, it'll be away from Zilda but the Robot might strangle me. If I stay, the Robot might also strangle me. Hmm'

Marion was too busy thinking that she didn't notice the robot getting closer and closer and closer to her until her point no longer mattered. It was like in a telltale game where if you take too long to pick an option, the game picks for you and picks the one that ends with you not saying anything and getting strangled by a robot.

Marion didn't even have time to scream before metallic hands were clenched around her throat and lifting her off her feet. She could feel her heart pumping in her ears and her chest pounding. Even knowing it was useless, she tried to kick at the robot but she didn't have the leverage to do so.

Her vision started to blackout and as it did, heard something that she hadn't since she was falling from the cathedral.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Like a mechanical heartbeat. The noise got louder and louder until her vision went completely dark and she felt herself hit the floor.

Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.

It had never been harder in Marion's life to not cough. Instead, she focused on breathing through her nose. She didn't want the robot to know she was alive and try again. She was alive and able to make, what she figured might be a controversial statement is some circles: getting strangled sucked.

It didn't take long for her to feel her breathing become more even. Her headache has receded. The soreness of her throat receded and all that remained was the pounding of her heart and the corpse marker on her hand. She dropped it on the ground. Right now it wasn't safe for the living to go carry those about with her. That was when she realized that the door to Uvanov's cabin was open.

She could hear Zilda crying.

"You filthy murderer!" she screamed.

Zilda must've read about her brother's death.

Marion stood up and looked inside the cabin. The robot's back was to her and it had no reason to think that she was still among the living. Marion quietly snuck into the cabin. The robot was getting closer and closer and closer to Zilda and Zilda didn't seem to notice.

"Zilda!" she shouted, "look out!"

Both Zilda and the robot turned to look at her. Marion grabbed Zilda's arm and put herself in between the V25 and Zilda.

"Run ZILDA! GET HELP." Marion said in a tone that brooked no argument. Zilda, noticing the corpse marker in the robot's hand, ran. She heard the sound of quick-moving footsteps fading away and Marion stood facing the robot.

'I've got to keep it from running at Zilda. This robot can't do much other than strangle me and if he does that, I'll just get back up again!.'

Marion ran at the Robot. What she assumed was going to happen, was that she would run into the mechanical man, be stopped, and, in all likelihood, be strangled once again.

The robot reached out for her and, on reflex, she grabbed his wrist. It was like she was nine and taking classes again.

She held onto the robot's arm, and pivoted on her foot to the side, and attempted to pull him over her shoulder. The robot was incredibly heavy and for a moment, Marion felt a sharp pain in her arm. The pain quickly subsided in a way that reminded Marion of how her neck had stopped being sore after the clocked stopped ticking in reverse and she didn't feel like she was lifting anything at all. It was like someone had flipped a switch. The robot slammed into the ground with a thud and Marion attempted to do the thing that you are supposed to do after you slam an opponent to the ground; twist their arm a little.

Marion had done this a few times in practice, but her teacher never taught her what to do in the event that the arm in question twisted off. (This isn't because he was a bad teacher mind you, it just never came up in the lesson plan.) This arm twistedly tore off in a way that Marion that looked less like the result of taking away a Barbie's limb and more like something had gone wrong. It looked like the metal had been ripped. Marion didn't think she had been pulling that hard? Had she? Perhaps the robot was poorly made?

'Wait, I've had this thought before.'

She remembered the door in the lab that seemed to kick open like a bathroom stall door and the way she, a 5'1" woman managed to carry the deadweight of a 6 foot tall man wrapped in web with relative ease; and now, how she twisted off the metal arm of a robot like was nothing!

She slammed the doorstop point first into the robot's head with her foot. It sparked for a second, and she could hear the sound of footsteps charging into the room.

She imagined that it must look like quite the sight. A destroyed robot in front of her missing an arm and her loosely holding the missing arm in her left hand. In came Poul Uvanov, and Zilda.

"Inspector Henson! You're okay!"

"That robot sure isn't," Marion said, attempting to lighten to mood. Marion guessed that she had been afraid she'd left someone for dead like Uvanov had done to her brother.

"Inspector, if you hadn't been here, I might have died! Why were you here in the first place."

"I was checking to make sure that all the crew's paperwork was in order and there wasn't any discrepancies. Just luck that I chose to check out Uvanov's paperwork first."

'Was that the story that I told Poul earlier? God, I hope so.'

"Zilda!" Poul shouted, "what happened."

"The Inspector said that the robots were killing people and she's right! That one", she pointed at the robot on the floor of the cabin, "came at me with a corpse marker ready to strangle me. If she hadn't gotten my attention and distracted it there might've been a fifth dead crewmember"

'No might've about it.'

"Rather interesting isn't it, that when the two of them tried to investigate your office, a robot tried to kill them. Especially when Zilda was just talking on the intercom about how she had apparently found something terrible" Poul said, turning on Uvanov.

"What are you suggesting?" Uvanov asked,

"I'm suggesting that you had something to do with this."

"Don't be a fool. Get out of my way." he went to leave and hit the back of the neck by Poul, knocking him out.

"God man! Did you have to do that?" said Marion.

Marion made her way back into the crew room still holding the arm in her hand. She just hadn't thought to let it go.

The Doctor ran up to her? "Marion! Are you alright? What happened to your neck?" he said looking her over.

"It's fine Doctor, surely you know that I beat death at a game of Tic-Tac-Toe back in grade school and can't be-"

Marion realized what he had said, "Sorry, what about my neck?"

The Doctor handed her a small mirror from inside his coat. Around her neck were what looked like- what were the imprints from a hand grasping her throat.

"Hope that those three didn't notice." she thought.

"I'm sorry Marion. It didn't occur to me that you hadn't gotten that yet. Every Marion I've met had it. I thought that you'd gotten it earlier in your timeline and were just covering it up with something like you always do."

Marion examined her neck, "Well, I am going to have to cover this up eventually. It's certainly a look though. I'll give it that much." Marion held up the limb "I disarmed the other guy,"

The Doctor put his head in his hands, "Well, you can't have been shaken up that bad if you're making jokes like that."

Marion put the arm in her bag. Marion didn't know what circumstances would lead to her needing a detached robotic arm, but like she hadn't learned from girl scouts, always be prepared. The Doctor sat back down on the bench he had been sitting on when Marion had walked in.

Leela suddenly looked around as if hearing something.

"Doctor? Marion? Something's wrong."

"That's true."

Leela walked around the room as if trying to find the source of the issue.

"No. There's something different. Something that could destroy us all."

"You're letting your imagination run away with you." the Doctor said through his hands.

"Can't you feel it, Doctor"

"No, I can't. By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes." he said from behind his hands, sounding frustrated, "No, I can't, and neither can you."

Marion sat on the couch and braced herself as the whole Sandminer pitched and sent everyone sideways.

The Doctor got up from the floor where he had fallen.

"Please don't say I told you so,"

"Did you know that human beings are very good at recognizing patterns and unusual changes in said patterns. It's a feature leftover from hunter-gather days when being able to notice a predator in the bushes was a matter of life and death. Considering her background, Leela is likely very, very good at it." Marion reminded, "When it comes to her sensing danger, it'd be in your best interest to listen to her. Just a tip from me to you."

"What happened?" Leela asked,

"The sandminer pitched off a small cliff. You probably felt us wobble a bit before we fell."

"Then let's go to the main deck and see what's wrong." said the Doctor, leaving the room.

Marion leaned towards Leela and whispered conspiratorily, "He's probably a bit embarrassed."

And they two women followed after him to the control room.

(Next Chapter: Insert Joke About Connor From Cyberlife)

V45: I have killed the human.

Marion: Uno reverse card.

So, it seems like Marion has some kind of increased strength, strong enough to Magnus Burnsides a robot. (If you don't get that, pull up Spotify and listen to the podcast "The Adventure Zone: Balance" Unless you're an essential worker, it's not like you have much better to do right now.) If you're wondering how she's able to do that, I'll give you a hint. It's connected to the reason that Marion was able to be strangled and survive.

In case you were curious how I decide which details Marion remembers and which ones she doesn't (deaths, etc.) Before I start a new serial or episode, I take notes on what I remember (e.i. deaths small details, etc.) before I rewatch the episodes or pull up the transcript. If I didn't remember a death happening when I made those notes, then neither will Marion and it'll be harder for her to prevent.

See ya next week!