[The communicator switches on and it's quite clear that this isn't an accidental post. But all you get is some scraping, fingers moving over the microphone, shaky breathing that breaks up into quiet sobs.]

I-

[long pause. ]

I...

[and the transmission ends]

[ooc: with the chip back in, Lady is no more. Say welcome back to Grace, everyone.]

Those who are lost always return.

The dead are not silent.

Eleven days. Not a word.