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Tamm stood at the back of the mausoleum, arms folded across his chest, smouldering like Tasha's cigarette. He'd managed to find his old Download ticket, and placed that in the coffin with Peter. At the time he'd said to him that it was, "to get you into the great prog gig in the sky". He didn't really know if there was an equivalent to music in the beyond, but he knew Bianca sang. There had to be something. He wished she were here now. He just knew she'd have something heartfelt, yet pragmatic to say to him about all this. "Why are you always dead when I need you?" he muttered to both her and Peter. He sighed, immediately feeling guilty when they weren't here to defend themselves, and added, "Sorry."