[Listen Emil is a trooper here, not the least because two girls were watching him try and fail to carry a bunch of playing cards into a toy elevator. At least Tuuri looks a little sympathetic as the elevator wobbles back and forth on the way up...]

I know, right? The apocalypse is hard work! [she says, as if she was doing anything more strenuous than carrying an armful of little blue cubes from the quickly dwindling supply to the board.] Buuut, surprisingly, we are totally okay in Atlanta! I mean, there are three cubes there now, but at least it wasn't another outbreak... [Well, not yet, anyway. They still need to pull a few of the newly shuffled city cards to see who's getting sicker.] I think we can do this, you guys! We'll have the yellow disease cured by Ami's next turn, and then we just need to... cure the rest!