Nov 07, 2011 14:27
[Matthew is in the biodome! Which is actually a little odd for him. He hasn't been in here in a while. He's sitting by the river, and for the most part, he looks totally normal, if a bit tired.
He forces a weak smile.]
...Weird week...huh?
There are a lot of...hands. In the trees. If anyone was looking...for them. I think...this is a good place...to start looking. For w-whatever you're...missing.
[All normalcy is pretty much gone, with that. He's gasping for breath, wheezing between every few words, and the breaths he's taking are short and anxious. He blinks, exhausted, but he's still trying to smile.]
...That being said...I'm...not in the best shape...right now. But if you need help...getting something out of a tree...I can fly. I'll...see what I can...do. To help.
It's...Matthew. If you don't know...my name.
[And then he cuts the feed. It takes too much effort to speak, right now.]
matthew patel,
c: suki