1st cut; video/action
[ The feed flashes between a bespectacled girl with short, black hair and a view of one of the alleys between the old apartments. The girl pushes her glasses up onscreen before facing the camera away from her. It doesn't look like she knows how to turn the camera function off. The first thing she says is in Japanese. ]
But this isn't my cellpho--
[ The feed tilts around as she examines the phone until it shows a katana on the ground, which appears for less than a second. A clink of metal against the ground can be heard before the feed is fixed upright. ] Why is Sai-- [ More importantly, ] This isn't Ikebukuro...
[ She hears a motorcycle - at least, it seems like the sound of one - zoom by. ]
Celty-san? [ Anri turns around and the feed shows everyone exactly what she sees: an empty street. Surreal. She must be back at home, asleep. ]
[ That sound again. She's convinced it's Celty. Maybe she has some answers. The video feed shakes as she chases the noise and turns around a corner. She crosses Lander Boulevard, but someone familiar catches her eye. Was it her imagination? She stumbles over and trips. Her sword and her communicator fall to the ground and the feed is pitch black. Off the screen, she checks for wounds. ]
[ in a softer voice ] It's not a dream.
But this isn't my cellpho--
[ The feed tilts around as she examines the phone until it shows a katana on the ground, which appears for less than a second. A clink of metal against the ground can be heard before the feed is fixed upright. ] Why is Sai-- [ More importantly, ] This isn't Ikebukuro...
[ She hears a motorcycle - at least, it seems like the sound of one - zoom by. ]
Celty-san? [ Anri turns around and the feed shows everyone exactly what she sees: an empty street. Surreal. She must be back at home, asleep. ]
[ That sound again. She's convinced it's Celty. Maybe she has some answers. The video feed shakes as she chases the noise and turns around a corner. She crosses Lander Boulevard, but someone familiar catches her eye. Was it her imagination? She stumbles over and trips. Her sword and her communicator fall to the ground and the feed is pitch black. Off the screen, she checks for wounds. ]
[ in a softer voice ] It's not a dream.