Ah...the telly-visions. There was--I thought I saw something. And then it was just...static.

[No, not static. The clamoring of so many things, voices and variations and everything else. Over time, it became static, and then nothing, and now his ears are ringing in the quiet as he tries to piece everything together.

He looks at his husbands, trying to keep the confusion and anguish off his face. Focus. Think. They're both rattled, and that's more important than him.]

I'm at the suite. It looks--there was a fight? Was it Lucien?