// 001. [video : voice]
[The feed cuts on and it's video - jolty, dark, and after a moment it's appears to be broadcasting at about hip level. Edges of buildings. General mistiness. Click of shoes on the pavement. And then not-pavement. Those are some pretty determined footsteps, there. Flash of a pant leg. And then the footsteps just ...stop.]
[...]
Scotty? C h r i...s t i n a...?
[...]
[A hand on stone, flash of flickering images - the Door, maybe? Forge jostling back, closer, as if the wearer is stepping around the archway in examination. Definitely the door. It appears that it's being walked through and back. And through. Back again. Predictably, nothing happens.]
What the hell...
[Another click and it's audio. Some exhalations, spaces of silence and mutterings later:]
The ...mist that took the world away.
Riiiiiight.
Vera? You in this dream, too? Please have remembered your pants for chrissakes.
[...]
Scotty? C h r i...s t i n a...?
[...]
[A hand on stone, flash of flickering images - the Door, maybe? Forge jostling back, closer, as if the wearer is stepping around the archway in examination. Definitely the door. It appears that it's being walked through and back. And through. Back again. Predictably, nothing happens.]
What the hell...
[Another click and it's audio. Some exhalations, spaces of silence and mutterings later:]
The ...mist that took the world away.
Riiiiiight.
Vera? You in this dream, too? Please have remembered your pants for chrissakes.