[When the video clicks on, it's easy to think the owner of the tablet might have turned it on by accident, as it is sitting in the lap of a young woman in a bright orange robe, the hood of which is tugged down to half-hide her face, and she is looking away from the camera, out at the city. She appears to be sitting on a bench near the arrival building, if the faint bustle of people rushing about is any indication around her.]
[After a moment though she glances down at the camera and smiles faintly, one violet eye and some blonde hair visible past the edge of her hood.]I never really thought about it, but when you know something was destroyed, if you find it again it's nice even if it's nothing like you expected.
[She shifts in a way that might be a shrug.]Although that's assuming this isn't all simply some trick, I suppose. Or a frighteningly elaborate, complicated dream bubble. Hmm.
[She seems like she's going to say something else, then she hesitates, and after a moment's thought, reaches out to turn the tablet off. A moment or two later, there's a text message from the same account.]( Cut for lavender courier )