Crossing ground that man was not meant to tread... again....

Who: Joseph Severn, John Keats and Chriss Harris
Where: Underneatht he science block
When: Pfffffff
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Keats 'awoke' to someone standing over him. It was deceased crewman
Chris Harris.
"I need a favour" he asked.
Keats looked up at him, breathed in deeply and closed his eyes.
"What is it...?"
"Can you help me out please John, you said you knew how to bring me
back to life, now, can you tell me how…?"
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Keats kept his eyes closed.
"Im sorry, but youve been mis-informed, theres no way I can bring you
back to life"
"Well take me to someone who can!"
"The only person who can is Jack, and hes not quite up to par on the
old IQ after the last time we played god"
"Try anyway! Please..."
Keats stood up suddenly and clenched his fist. A slight trickle of
blood started to leak from his left ear.
"NOW LOOK! Even if i wanted to, i couldnt. Its broken. Kaput. Its
quite frankly fucked! So just.. get out.. and leave me be..."
Chris remained standing.
Keats turned slightly and swang at the filing cabinet next to Chris,
leaving a large dent. He still didnt leave. Keats smiled slightly.
"So... you want to cross the boundries between man and god? Very
well..."
He leant to the side and mutterd something. He was actualy sub-
vocalising to Joseph severn.
"Well... if theres one man around who can fix it, its Severn... i
dont know how long it will take"
"Im willing to wait"
Keats sat back down and pulled out a roll up and fingerd it for a
while...
"You know... i havent smoked one of these for ages... Amber doesnt
like me to.. and hey... are we not all tied to someone..."
Chirs also took a seat, but didnt say anything.
"Its not right you know... you can still pull out..."
"I was serious when i said that i wanted to live again"
Keats looked away, his eyes fell on a small doll on the table. The
room he was in had been unused for along time, and a large coating of
dust was on everything. He picked up the doll.
"You know... We made dolls in our own image... and God made us in his
image, so.. does that mean that we.. human kind are just dolls to
him?"
"I cant say its something ive thought about before!
Keats chuckeld slightly, dropped the doll and lit up the rollie.
"Ive got a question for you..."
"Go ahead"
"Before you were posted here, you were aboard another ship, were you
not.. and you died there.. so.. may i ask HOW you died?"
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mmmm.... theology.... feeling moody and deep today