➹ | 001 | Video/voice
[The video clicks on abruptly, showing the morgue ceiling for a few seconds; then it clatters off its slab and onto the floor, propped up at an angle. Above, Tim's woken up. He's moving quickly, but jerkily, an clearly injured. His right arm hands at his side, useless with his shoulder dislocated. So when he stumbles as he slides off the 'bed,' he can't really catch himself on it.
For a second, there's a very clear shot of his face, though the lighting is dim; then even that's obscured when blood drips onto the camera. Another clatter as Tim reaches fort he phone, then everything shuts as he manages to turn off the video function.
A while later - ten minutes, maybe, the audio function only clicks on. When Tim speaks, he sounds ragged, but there's the barest hint of snark in there.]
Fall forty stories, wake up in a morgue. Should have seen that coming. Where am I? Who's listening?
[He's done only the most cursory of searching; mostly while trying to stop the bleeding on his face and chest (and arm and legs and...)
For a second, there's a very clear shot of his face, though the lighting is dim; then even that's obscured when blood drips onto the camera. Another clatter as Tim reaches fort he phone, then everything shuts as he manages to turn off the video function.
A while later - ten minutes, maybe, the audio function only clicks on. When Tim speaks, he sounds ragged, but there's the barest hint of snark in there.]
Fall forty stories, wake up in a morgue. Should have seen that coming. Where am I? Who's listening?
[He's done only the most cursory of searching; mostly while trying to stop the bleeding on his face and chest (and arm and legs and...)