[Kafei is his usual sullen self. Nice to know some things haven't changed. His mouth is set in that typical downturn, visible for a split second before the camera shifts. Lying on the floor is a heap of green and brown fabric. To some, it may be faintly recognisable.]

I can't get rid of this.

Everytime I try, it reappears where it was before.

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[Kafei's childish voice does not suit the flat tone - it is strange, wrong somehow.]

She's not here.

[A long pause. He's talking more to himself now.]

I will get back to her.

[Again, longer.]

If there's anywhere to go back to.