[The screen of the Dreamberry clicks on, pointed towards the floor. Wet bootprints litter the wooden floor of the hallway, the owner of this recording not even bothering to remove their footwear just yet. They seem to be having difficulty keeping the Dreamberry steady as they stand outside an open door, looking into the dark room
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Frank? What is it?
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He stares down at Naomi for a while without a response before finally murmuring-]
...Danny.
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He's hurt, isn't he? You're at the church? Please call the ambulance, but I'll be there as quick as I can.
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Her tone lowers to a quiet, frightened level that the woman rarely uses.] Frankie?
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...Danny is no longer among us.
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The woman's breath catches rather unexpectedly, her dark eyes widening to an almost startling size before she pulls away from the screen.]
... [As calmly as she can speak.] Thank you for telling me. I-I need to go.
[And she hangs up before any stray tears slip down her cheeks.
What a terrible misunderstanding this has turned into. Sure, Naomi would be devastated to hear of Danny's disappearance, but his supposed death? It's too much for her to take. She's still too deeply in shock to truly react, but the woman has lost enough family to know she needs to be alone for awhile.]
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