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[jumpthegun]

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[devoutish]

Did you take photographs? Video?

[jumpthegun]

I've got a vid of the cat paw prints on the wall, but a lot of it is... really static-y. That's the day it started up. We couldn't get any light into the room, though, not even when Quark was in there and trying to shine his tablet light. It was like the darkness was just eating everything up.

[devoutish]

Poor kid. Sounds like he did good though, eh? A hero to us all.

[jumpthegun]

He was incredibly brave. We tied some things to make a rope to pull him out if things got bad, but he soldiered right on. We wouldn't have been able to get this without him here. I just know this place is going to be hell on all these kids if we get out and they remember any of it.

[devoutish]

Better if they don't.

[jumpthegun]

Yeah. [There's not really much to disagree with there. Although, he hasn't forgotten the argument about making that sort of decision for other people that he and Alfie had gotten into about Fiona. This doesn't seem like the time to bring that up, though.

John breaks into another small coughing fit.]

Listen, mate, this is hell on my throat. I'd stay up talking to you all night, but... any chance some of the others have responded to you?

[devoutish]

Yeah, mate, go on.

[Alfie waves him off.]

Get some rest.

[jumpthegun]

You too, Alfie. I know it probably feels like you've slept enough, but keep your strength up.

I'm glad you're alive. Night.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Good night, John.

[And he hangs up.]