Aug 02, 2009 18:50
[There's an extreme close-up of Shilo's face; it practically covers the entire screen, and there's a lot of shaking of the monitor. Confusion and a tinge of curiosity plays across her face as her hands touch the screen. She speaks.]
--looks almost like a TV, but I don't think it is...this place isn't anything like home. It's brighter than I remember. Maybe I passed out again, or hit my head... I remember leaving the Genetic Opera, and then woke up to that man talking about some tool and this weird communication syste--
[A sudden beep interrupts her. She pauses, expression appearing troubled as she glances down at the bracelet on her wrist, which is issuing a warning about it being 'time for her medicine'. The shaking stops, and her voice comes out much quieter, almost pained.]
Dad...
...what should I do?
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