_{[Henry's breathing quickens. He can't do his job. He can't do his job he's been psyching himself up for for the past six years.]}

How many times has any one person died here? How do we know we don't have a set number of lives? I just can't--I can't just sit and do nothing. I've been doing nothing for ages. I want to keep you all safe. He--his influence-- it seeped into my apartment--the clock, the television, my fridge. There was a dead cat in my fridge. All the running water turned to blood. I can't let that happen.