[There's a familiar sound over the communicator. The scratching of pens on paper. There's no humming or words though from 6, in fact, when the video feed clicks on, he seems rather... grim faced.
He's working diligently, dipping his hand into his little inkwell, and scrawling onto the paper. From his sharp, almost frantic movements, it seems as if it's another vision his doodling out. But what could it be this time?
He freezes, looking suddenly towards the door to the room, before slowly getting up, wandering past where his communicator was. There's a little jiggle, it seems as if he bumped into where he had placed it, before the communicator falls.
Onto this.
The feed slowly times out]
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