001 ★ video
[ - there's the low, distant wailing of the sirens. The feed bobs drunkenly, up and down, and there's the sound of someone retching off-screen; it weaves some more and the face of a very disoriented blond man comes into view. He looks shell-shocked; he doesn't realise that the journal he's writing on is recording. The pen trembles.]
What -
[He takes another step, falters like a newborn child standing for the first time, and crumples. The NV's feed swings to a view of the night sky.]
Bloody - Oz? [Jack's voice is weak, hoarse; it's as if it hasn't been used for a decade. Or a century.] Oz, what - what is this, I have a body - where -
[A hand blocks the screen, and the feed cuts off.]
What -
[He takes another step, falters like a newborn child standing for the first time, and crumples. The NV's feed swings to a view of the night sky.]
Bloody - Oz? [Jack's voice is weak, hoarse; it's as if it hasn't been used for a decade. Or a century.] Oz, what - what is this, I have a body - where -
[A hand blocks the screen, and the feed cuts off.]