One. December 9, Evening. [???]
[ It's pretty dark -- there's a gasp, and then the tumbling of the communicator as it falls down the stairs, a figure falling down with it as well. The screen goes black and then: ]
S.O.S.
[ If you can make out the shape, that might just be a battle axe poking at the screen. Maybe.
Did she really fall?
Who knows. ]
S.O.S.
[ If you can make out the shape, that might just be a battle axe poking at the screen. Maybe.
Did she really fall?
Who knows. ]