sunrise, o sunrise, when will you ever come?

[There are a few seconds of silence, and then the shifting of clothing and blankets, as if someone's heard something and is rolling off a bed.]

... Jessica?

[The video comes on after the audio, and it's shaky. He's holding his comm in one hand, but the display is split - one view from his hand, the other from his chest. He runs over to the door, wrenching open the door to find... a hallway. In a basement. He leans back into the room, and his breathing sounds worried and scared. The camera shifts again for a few more seconds, and then it spins and stops moving altogether - he's set it on the desk. Sitting in front of it is a very tired, very worn, very scared-looking J.]

I don't know what's going on here, but... Jessica was in the other room just seconds ago, and now...? Now there's no other room. It looks like I'm in a basement, or... _something.

[He swallows hard, and looks behind him, as if he's heard a noise. Slowly, he shifts back to face the camera.]

I don't know what's happening here, but I've got to get out of this room and figure out where Jessica went.

[He stares seriously at the camera for a moment, and then nods and shuts it off.]

[Let's take stock, shall we?

J got 1) pulverized by the Operator; 2) horribly killed; 3) turned into a ghoul; 4) horribly killed.

That sucks.

And he's done all of this with little to no friends around. It's getting hard.

So, he's decided to put out a little message on the network. He looks tired, but he always looks tired. He looks drawn, but he always looks drawn. He's wearing his hat, but his jammies too, so it's not like he's really put a lot of thought into this. (Even though he totally has.)]

...Hey everyone.


...Just wanted to know how, uh... How everyone is.

[Locked//Difficult to hack]

Hey, Tim? ...Mind if we talk?