[Video, then Audio || 1 || And thus the Wheel has Started to Turn]
[There is an image of static at first, various images and colors marring her confused face and expression. Long brown hair fell over a nervous face, panic evident in her eyes, but her expression oddly calm.
The fingers flew across the screen, tapping at it, touching it. Nothing happens, but she seems to be searching for something.]
How bizarre--What a queer little book! I do not think I have ever seen one with such--
[Her fingers touch something again, and the video feed switches off, but the audio can still be heard, plain as day:]
No, I must not be concentrating on such trifles--wherever those brigands have taken me, they certainly would not leave me alone for long.
[There is the sound of stepping footsteps, and then the sound of a door opening and closing. The audio stays silent for about five minutes, and then it switches off by itself.]
The fingers flew across the screen, tapping at it, touching it. Nothing happens, but she seems to be searching for something.]
How bizarre--What a queer little book! I do not think I have ever seen one with such--
[Her fingers touch something again, and the video feed switches off, but the audio can still be heard, plain as day:]
No, I must not be concentrating on such trifles--wherever those brigands have taken me, they certainly would not leave me alone for long.
[There is the sound of stepping footsteps, and then the sound of a door opening and closing. The audio stays silent for about five minutes, and then it switches off by itself.]