[ So a detective sits in a pub and an assassin rushes in.

Joke is -- well, the punchline doesn't matter here, does it, because none of you see all that anyway. All the network gets is Lestrade's slurred yelp of ]

Buggering hell, hello to you too!

Stop. For the love of-

[Charles hunches over the desk with a sound like a self-contained whine. He's not even budging, hands to his temples and eyes forced shut.]

Please.

[And as far across the island as his abilities can reach a pained wave of fear, panic and paranoia smacks into the mind of anyone his own mind can penetrate. It might be unintentional. Maybe it isn't. Either way it cuts off a short time later and there is a wrecked sob from the telepath. He curls in even tighter on himself. The mental spike disappears and he 's left there just quietly sobbing. His own nightmarish hallucinations were bad enough, but when his fear grew, his control faltered and now his head is so crammed full of everyone else, he's not even sure who he is or what his name is anymore.]

Make it stop

[The video feed opens on a very tired-looking Castle. He sounds less enthusiastic than normal, and is doing a pretty bad job of covering up how weirded-out he feels.]

I think a lot of us are going to need a stiff drink after that.

It's my birthday, so I'm buying.

[ It seems as though the feed has come on accidentally, because its owner isn't holding the phone. In fact, she's holding a larg hammer, with ease and is in fact sprinting down the streets, smashing it into the sides of brick buildings and collecting whatever falls out, shoving them into her pocket with the phone. The view from the cameraphone gets all topsy-turvy, spinning until the view is from the street level, Ramona standing a few feet from it, landing on her feet in the middle of the street, looking here and there, somewhat manic and dangerous. ]

All right! Who's next? Who wants some of this! I'll take you ALL ON!

Okay, I know you warned me about the whole "blue thingy pointed at my liquor supply" but I didn't fucking expect it to BLOW THE ENTIRE SUPPLY TO PIECES!!!!!! You said you'd been saving; SOONER IS BETTER. I can't fucking believe this, day after hallucinations, BEST fucking time for people to drink their troubles away, and I don't even have anything to fucking give them.

Idiots.