Neil blinks back until he cannot withhold both his exhaustion and approval, and he breaks into a lopsided grin. "Well," he starts before falling away to silence, his body's condition finally taking over. He shakes his head carefully, as to convey his own uselessness.

Two hundred more points takes 200 seconds--a little more than 3 minutes. Soon, the counter on hits 600, and even Neil, who can barely talk, can feel the difference. His breaths soon come easier, enough for the man to again start dozing off, his hand starting to tip the liquid onto the floor.