[The blackberry feed, from the bureau across the room, shows a dark, messy (or rather, unorganised) bedroom. The curtains are drawn, but let in a little light. Everything is still, apart from the figure, hunched over on the bed. Although the details of their face cannot quite be distinguished, by the help of a candle on the bedside table, it is apparent that they are reading something, or rather deciphering or translating. A notebook, gripped fiercly in their left hand, a quil floating above the right hand, which is tracing it's fingers down the page of the book. The person is deep in thought, until, quietly at first, a piano can be heard (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmFxihFyszw&feature=related)
This makes them stop, and lift their head. As the light hits their face, it turns out to be a young woman. She frowns, before getting to her feet, and heading towards the blackberry, but stopping shortly before it. Grabbing it up, she doesn't know which to react to first; the mysterious music or this new addition to what she believes to be her bedroom. After pressing a few buttons in experiment, she manages to turn off the feed, but audio still remains on, unbeknowst to her.]
What is this...