[little feet are pacing across the screen. Their owner appears unaware of the communicator's existence.

She mutters, angry, crazed.]

Can't get it out. Have to get it out. Using too much energy, the mind can only hold so many things until it begins to dump the rest. Freedom is chaos. Take it back.

[River sits slowly on an old cot. It's dark, and ( Read more... )

Wandered down under earth.

It's a void. Like a void where there should be dirt, and there isn't.

I see no heads. Only bodies and their little bloody stumps

What time is it? Clocks all stopped. Need to be oiled.

Picked them up and there's no dial tone.

remarkably quiet. Virus took the rats away.