Jun 06, 2010 17:55
[Fay rolls over and video feeds turns on, half focused on his face. The sun streaming in the window suggest it is about mid day, but Fay is still trying to sleep. His face seems especially pale, and the sheets are pulled tightly around himself. His mumbled something the microphone can't pick up, eye fluttering open. It's yellow rather than blue, slitted, and it widens in alarm when he catches the camera's on light. The eye fades back to blue, and the screen is blacked out by his hand before shutting off.]