Twenty-Fifth Shot // Video
[It's late, the room is dark. Jill is sitting up in bed, staring to her left. The space next to her is empty, but few would know that to be strange. She looks uncomfortable, upset--though that expression is quick to fade to a blank stare when she finally looks back to the camera.]
...He's gone...
[And there's a long silence, before she just shuts the device off with nothing more to say.]
...He's gone...
[And there's a long silence, before she just shuts the device off with nothing more to say.]