009 [visual & action]
[The journal thumps open as if it's been dropped abruptly - because it has - and the picture is, at first, total white.]
Dammit -
[As Wesley picks up the journal again, turning it over, he comes into view, looking a little bluish. That could be because he's standing knee-deep in snow with a thin shirt and no coat or jacket. He places the journal on something, propped up, while he huddles under a low-hanging tree branch to escape the falling snow.]
If someone c-c-could be so k-kind as t-to assist me . . . they seems t-to have left me in the f-forest somewhere and I've lost my b-bearings.
[He seems to be finished, and reaches out as it to turn the page but then snatches his hand back underneath his armpit.]
B-bloody hell it's c-c-cold.
Dammit -
[As Wesley picks up the journal again, turning it over, he comes into view, looking a little bluish. That could be because he's standing knee-deep in snow with a thin shirt and no coat or jacket. He places the journal on something, propped up, while he huddles under a low-hanging tree branch to escape the falling snow.]
If someone c-c-could be so k-kind as t-to assist me . . . they seems t-to have left me in the f-forest somewhere and I've lost my b-bearings.
[He seems to be finished, and reaches out as it to turn the page but then snatches his hand back underneath his armpit.]
B-bloody hell it's c-c-cold.