[Heather is unfamiliar with the network and the image is shaky at first as she fumbles with the device. After a few seconds the picture settles down and reveals the girl's face, which displays an indifferent expression. There is quite a bit of confusion hiding behind the serene look that Heather is determined to keep to herself.]

Uh, hey. Can somebody tell me exactly what's going on here? All I know is that somebody brought me here and they're saying the world got blown up or something.

So what? We're just stuck here like this or... what's goin' on here?

[She looks uneasily down at the ground before returning her gaze to the screen]

So if anybody can tell me anything... yeah. That'd be awesome.

[ frodo despite his quiet nature, his habit to keep to himself in this place, is still present. he looks far more worn (worse) than last he spoke, his eyes shadowed and blue, face pale. in his hands is a book, acquired from the library, and yes, he's aware of what's been happening.

you'd think he's speak grim words, with such a worn looking body, but instead his voice is light, faint but present: ]

Do you have a story? One that perhaps you've grown up with as a child? Or one that's stayed with you. 'That really mattered, ' As a dear friend might say.

I think I should like to hear of such stories, if you can still remember them. I asked a place before this one the same question, but each person has a different tale, or so I'd believe. What of yours? 

[ if you can still remember them in a place as dark as this, they same to grow darker still, the places he goes. ]