On the astral plane, the sense of mourning and loss was as sharp as razored electrical bursts. He found Norris Caber in a back room that held a wall full of stainless steel equipment. Caber was stacked on a metal pushcart next to the automated table hissing and sucking and buzzing its way into the corpse of an old ork female who had the blackened hole of a laser burned through her left eye. The woman’s limbs jerked and tossed from the force of the dog-brain-operated equipment that hung like a cybered spider from the ceiling. A slim human stood beside the table in a white coat, wheezing on a nicostick, not at all concerned.