[The video feed turns on. Alphonse is sitting outside -- probably because he can't feel how cold it is. He keeps opening and closing a hand as the steady raindrops blur the screen, as if he can will himself to feel them ( Read more... )

[The PCD is on a desk or table in a dark room. No one is in the feed. White sheets cover the dim shapes of furniture in the darkness, looking like ghosts. Someone coughs softly, and a slim, slight figure walks across the feed, just a ruffle of shadow, and disappears down a hall. Oddly, the figure is utterly silent ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks up, and Alphonse’s large, almost frightened and desperate eyes appear on the screen. He’s across the room from the PCD, sitting on the floor, hugging his legs and staring at it. There is a heavy static in the room, coming from Al’s own PCD as well as the speakers of the radio/CD-player, mostly white noise. It sounds like a patched ( Read more... )