02. [Voice.]
[Zack is getting restless. Having idle hands only encourages him to become frustrated and moody, not to mention that all that restless energy of his tends to mean that...unfortunate things happen. And although he's appreciated the hospitality and collective close eyes on him the past several days, he's hopelessly unable to take things slowly. Put simply, his patience is wearing thin, and he's getting curious. Which brings him to the not-very-foolproof idea.]
[...He's going to go for a walk. Sure, back home he'd have scoffed at the term, since aimless wandering isn't exactly something he does, either. His brain is already hard at work formulating the perfect loophole--and he'll just use it for an excuse for reconnaissance.]
Going for a walk. I should be back by late afternoon--say around 16:00.
[Assuming he doesn't inevitably lose his way or do some other fool--but characteristically Zack--thing. But, really. What's the worst thing that could happen?]