Jul 10, 2009 11:50
[The feed clicks on, first seeing only brilliant red. The red moves, however - it is in fact the arm of a coat. A face can be seen, or more aptly, a blur of blond and red. The communicator is being fumbled with, judging by the sound.]
Oh it’s -
[Abruptly, the screen goes black, switching to voice. The voice is a low, altogether pleasant one, but alarm is clear in it, confusion.]
This isn’t -
I’m -
Dreaming?
No…
This is not…
[And now, spoken directly to the communicator:]
If this is on…
I - I need to get back. As quickly as possible, I have to - what is that?
[He can be heard moving, taking steps, then pauses, as if a thought just came to him. When he speaks again, there is more clarity, and the trace of anger is to thank for that.]
Roth! If this is one of your tricks, show yourself!
verily i am lost,
roth,
enter centre stage,
not often one for rationality