Whirlpool

and the Whistler. And I know many things before I walk by night. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadow. Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak.

Tonight transcribed it's the Whistler's strange story, Whirlpool. He wasn't sure when it began. It was too much like walking in the middle of a night now. And then remaining in it, living in it, the shipwrecked, the confusion, was all there again, coming back to him, but slowly, hazily.

And there was a strange buzzing in his ears, pressure, and the sound of the sea, world-proof and sea. And then gradually, out of the world, who voiced him, we will think we at first. The voices growing, coming closer and closer.

He's going around. Yes, he'll be all right, Captain. It's the shot, it's exhaustion. Easy, son. Easy. We got his name, Doc. It's Hastings. Steve him, Hastings. Oh, good. Mr. Hastings, you're all right. It's over.

We pulled you out. Pretty bad shape, isn't it? Worst of any we picked up. Do you anything about the others? The Khalifa just radioed. She took on most of them. Oh. Got to give off.

Swin, the life was. Any court, Devon. Going through it all over again. better those coming around Hastings mister Hastings couldn't get a mistake about a identity captain don't know that's who he is well don't know and now come on boy drink this that's if they get his clothes he's Hastings doctor there's no doubt about it the girl she's his wife oh could

you get her to come in here captain now you just relax you're suffering from a shock to the Hastings of exhaustion and the shock. Would you come in, Mrs. Hastings? Michael, from the Darlingson. Just come in.