[Sora isn’t exactly the greatest with computers. Really, it’s a miracle he’s figured out how to type a message at all, though ‘type’ is a loose term. The hunt and peck may or may not be attributed to suspicion that this little electronic device might eat him like the last one did. He's followed along with the whole introduction to the Initiative and doesn't seem to concerned about it - kinda normal for him, really - so he's just inside the housing building trying to figure this piece of junk out.

We're so sorry, Exsilium.]

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[It’s at this point that, since it’s clear mashing enter isn’t about to accomplish anything, he’s inspecting the little device, pressing this key and that key and moving the scroll and it’s only by a stroke of luck he discovers (accidentally) the video function. When it comes on, it’s showing an awesome view of… the upper corner of the ceiling. Currently inspecting the underside of the keyboard portion of the device while holding it above his head, he’s muttering to himself.]

What’s this thing even do? It looks kinda small for a computer. [The shot of the ceiling blurs as he shakes it, and then the world turns upside down to show a pair of very bright and very intense blue eyes.]

Oh, now it’s doing something. Uh. Hey, Tron. You in there? Or… another program… guy. Promise I won’t bite. Can you help me out? I’m looking for a friend— See, his name’s Riku and we got separated and then I showed up here. He—

Er. Hello?

[the video starts and john watson here comes into view! he looks a bit wary, rather exhausted even like he's running ragged or having a lack of sleep. even more so since he seems a bit busy and preoccupied in his clinic.]

So I realize a few people have gone missing before, now my colleague.. Martin Septim, some of you have been healed or helped by him here in the clinic or talked to him in the library, I can't seem to be able to find him. Or contact him. So I'm assuming he's gone now too.

Does anyone have an idea where they've taken them? Anything at all?

[he pauses, looks to want to add more but decides against it.]

Also something's been bothering me.. I've had a few cases with nightmares coming to the clinic, the dreams are similar to each other enough it doesn't seem like a coincidence. And a few terrified out of their mind about something that, I can't see or seem to understand.

[honestly? it's like the hounds of baskerville all over again.]

I still haven't figured out what exactly is going on, but something is. I'm sorry I can't be much help with that.

[something has to be causing it though. but what? airborne like the H.O.U.N.D incident? no fog that he sees, so some other way.. the doctor shakes his head clearly not figuring it out anytime soon.]

Try to keep on your toes.

[ The pampered pretty boy doesn't look so pampered for this feed. There is a tenseness in his jaw, a narrowness to his eyes, a slight degree of ice to his voice. If people didn't know him better, they would say that he was angry about something. ]

I know my mind well enough to realize that some things did not come from it. To those that seek to fix my thoughts, do not attempt it any more. I am not going to change my feelings because you so wish it.

[ A slight curl to his lips and then he waves a hand as if dismissing the last few minutes. ] No matter. What I was going to suggest is that us senior visitors find a method to teach those unuse to these netbooks so that there are fewer accidents when using them. Perhaps a small informal class or something of that nature. I am sure there are a few of us used to netbooks than others possessing time to do so.