#39 - [Accidental Video]

[totallyinaband]

[The device blinks into life, revealing a bedroom as gray as everything else in The City. It's sitting on the corner of a desk, giving a pretty clear view of the room. Stephen Stills is storming around, clearly looking for something. He's ripping open drawers at a fantastic rate, riffling through the contents before slamming them shut again. He

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[shifts]

Did you lose something, as well?

[totallyinaband]

Did you lose something?

[shifts]

No, but my employer did.

[totallyinaband]

People do lose things. It's just fucking impossible to find it like this.

[shifts]

What is it?

[totallyinaband]

Just... something I need.

[shifts]

Which is what, then? I'll let you know if I come across it.

[totallyinaband]

[He runs his hand over his face.]

I have this notebook. It's got a black cover. I'd really prefer if no one else found it.

[shifts]

-- a diary?

[totallyinaband]

See that just makes me sound like a 13-year-old girl.

[shifts]

Well. I know you're not.

[totallyinaband]

Thanks. That's appreciated, man.

[shifts]

You're very welcome. I'll keep an eye out, nevertheless. Might I have a sample of your handwriting? Or is your name stitched into it?

[totallyinaband]

Just let me know if you find a black notebook.

[shifts]

There are a lot of black notebooks in the world, Stephen.

[totallyinaband]

And only so many of them are missing.