Oh no, you’ve died. You’ve fallen down the stairs and died. Probably because of all that muttering and whispering you were doing, stumbling around with your eyes fixated on that fucking infernal screen. You kept going on and on about how we shouldn’t trust the stairs and about how the stairs are going to kill us. You’re mental. And clumsy. Impish and antagonistic. Good riddance, we can carry on without you.