[Sarah, who had been eagerly reading with him over the side of his arm, suddenly glances up, wide-eyed, at the ceiling, thinking about the way he'd phrased that last part. That, that sort of... portentiousness. Relishing the horror of it all. And he has hair just like Professor Kettlewell's!

She leans a bit closer. She is really going to like him.]

It makes me feel sick. All these people, being - being abused, just in the name of entertainment. How could anyone feel like they were able to do this?

[She peers closer at some of the shiny band photos.]

The thing is, they don't look hypnotised, or possessed, or even unhappy, except the sulky-looking ones. They don't really look that different to the bands I listen to back on Earth... Are you from Earth? I didn't catch your name.