[And so Chilton does. He hesitated, hovering over Simon's body, his attention rapt with Baelish's entrance. The doctor had yet to formally meet Haen, but he managed a hapless little wave upon her introduction. The way that Baelish smoothed out her remarkable power set caused him to blink; the Lord Ambassador had succeeded with this modern immersion program, it seemed.]

This man attacked me -- well, he ventured into my office under the pretense of requiring severe help, I obliged, and then he did something to me. I don't... Quite recall exactly, but I know he did something to me.

[He needed that footage.]

I know I lost time. And Mr. Mormont, he interrupted this man. They fought -- and weirdly so -- and, well. That fellow passed out, and Mr. Mormont has lost so much blood that I couldn't take him down the hall.

[Chilton knelt beside Simon, his fingers cupping the man's left cheek. Shallow breath, no immediate consciousness rising. Not yet. Vital signs still evident.]

Not dead, no. But I ought to sedate him.

[An anxiolytic and a tranquilizer. Both set only in the milligrams, with the tranquilizer half the dosage as the anti-anxiety sedative. The effect would be a deeply calming, even surreal, feeling.]