[... or at least it should be video. There's something blocking the lens that shifts slightly as he starts speaking, letting brief ridges of light seep through.]

Hello? Is this thing on? Am I just talking to myself? I’m finally going crazy, that’s it, right?

Either I’m crazy or I’m unconscious or I’m on drugs, because I can’t actually be here. This is like, Tron and Back to the Future at the same time. I can barely follow those plots when they’re separate! This is a dream, this is a… oh hey, this is a video.

[The finger blocking the lens moves, revealing a dark-haired teenager wearing an almost humorously anxious expression. It’s clear he hasn’t convinced himself that this is all in his imagination, and is growing increasingly worried.]

I guess I’ll just... wait here for a while until I wake up.

[He manages to sit still and wait maybe ten seconds, glancing absently around the room. Once his eyes return to the device, it's abruptly flipped and given a nice view of one wall as he inspects it.]

Seriously though, this thing is broadcasting, right?

[Long time no speak, Exsilium.

Johanna's clicking on the voice feed to ask an important question. For those of you who have spoken to her before, you can tell her tone is lacking its usual bite, colored by exhaustion.]

We got any useful people with powers out there? Ones that aren't all talk and whine.

[There's a scratching sound and an lengthy yawn.]

This rain has gone on long enough.