"Casper Darling, yes. Which obviously a lot of people say, conversationally. Darling, not Casper, but -- " He notices the hand reaching for him, the arm with the bracelets, and frowns, leaning back a little.

"I don't mean to be alarming, but one of your bracelets seems to be moving...?" Which does ring bells, in the back of his foggy mind. Black shapes, moving, writhing in a way that is deeply unnatural. Swarming over people -- bodies? So still but still moving.

Darling shakes his head to try and clear it.