[ragged breathing and the sound of sand slithering]
I-it... Th-that...
Nngh...
I-if anyone can hear-- [a sharp gasp of pain]
D-don't c-come... Don't come near...
[sand drifts momentarily over the communicator, drowning out L's voice]
...could be anywhere...
D-dead already, I'm dead already, just d-don't...
[a pause, sand drifting]
Ah-ah...
N-no..! Don't!
[screaming] Don't come near m--!
[someone else's wild laughter]
[static]
((OOC: As explained
here, L's transmission can be tracked to two locations.))