[The screen flickers to life. The lighting in the room is dim, and all that can be seen is a desk. Papers and books are scattered over it, but what stands out most prominently are two pieces of worn parchment sitting a top one of the larger books. The camera sways ever so slightly as the person holding it leafs through another aged tome, ( Read more... )

[There isn't much to listen to at first. The sound of papers rustling, of a pencil scratching as he writes. All of it sounds agitated, rushed. Henry's voice reflects the same frantic quality. It's barely audible - he's muttering to himself.]...11/21, the Assumption - five? No, it's not possible ( Read more... )

Eileen.

We have to narrow down that list.

[There's a click as the communicator switches on. The voice that speaks is level, if not a little confused - though it's hard to tell. Furthermore, it doesn't sound as if this person is intentionally speaking into the communicator. The voice is muffled, indicating a reasonable distance between it and his mouth.]

...What... the hell?

[A ( Read more... )