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[Ayup, new arrival over here. A youngish woman's settled the camera somewhere where she can stare at it. Sitting on a bed, half her face in her hand. She's looking worse for wear--bruises here and bandages there and some caked blood and/or possibly vomit on that what-once-was-a-really-nice Depeche Mode shirt over there too.
And she's giving the camera a stare. Just. Staring. In disbelieve. Mostly disbelief and at a loss for what to say to her new toything and exhaustion and confusion and sort-of fear and just about any other distraught emotion you could fit on a face. She puts her hand down and squints at the screen.]
How the hell do I know if this is...
[She leans over for a sec to confirm if it actually IS on--]
---Oh.
[Okay, deep breath. And try to sound calm. And it's not working.]
Uh... I ammm--guessing I'm not in Kansas anymore. Or with the military.
[Going a little quiet now.]
Boys?
Anybody?
Everybody?
And she's giving the camera a stare. Just. Staring. In disbelieve. Mostly disbelief and at a loss for what to say to her new toything and exhaustion and confusion and sort-of fear and just about any other distraught emotion you could fit on a face. She puts her hand down and squints at the screen.]
How the hell do I know if this is...
[She leans over for a sec to confirm if it actually IS on--]
---Oh.
[Okay, deep breath. And try to sound calm. And it's not working.]
Uh... I ammm--guessing I'm not in Kansas anymore. Or with the military.
[Going a little quiet now.]
Boys?
Anybody?
Everybody?