[The journal picks up a bit of coughing as Emil's hand bumps it and knocks it open in his frantic search, followed by some mumbling.]
... w-wait, I think I found it.
[He coughs again, then clears his throat.]Can anyone hear me? Fina and I... we were in my house, and... I-I think it collapsed. Please... someone help us! It's getting hard to
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