[The city, in its normal, creepy kind of way, has been stalking one Robert Chase today. The first image flashes up on the network as he leaves the square's newest shopping paradise, and CCTV snapshots continue to be captured intermittently all the way home. If he's lucky, at least he won't be
recognised? Finally back at his building, we see him pull the device from his pocket, frown into it (can you tell who it is, yet?) and switch it off.
An hour or so later, the signal picks up again. Now he seems to be fresh from the shower, but not
much improved.]
At least it's letting me change my clothes. Not sure how happy the hospital would be with staff in boardies and thongs.
[He sighs, shaking drips from his hair, and pans the camera down.]
By the way, Peter? This followed me home from the store.
...I think it wants something.