[The feed flips on to reveal a dimly lit living-room, the only source of light seeming to be coming from off-screen. Thick shadows creep across the wooden flooring, inching their way across a couch that's a few good feet away from the PCD. Laying across the couch is Edward, a book in hand, who is oblivious to the video that has been switched on. He ( Read more... )

[The PCD device clicks on and a voice that hasn't been heard for a good amount of time pitches through. It's gruff and tired, but there seems to be an underlying anticipation behind it all.]

...Al, Mom, I'm back.

[His voice falters and he clears it before he continuing on.It's been awhile, I guess. A bit longer than I thought, but time really ( Read more... )