Day 44; Video 001

[bostonhowler]

[She is disoriented. The odors here are so different and she can’t find the smells of the pack. Her fingers flutter nervously, pushing escaped tendrils of bright red hair out of her face.

She looks almost panicked and on the edge of tears. Brown eyes lock on the bracelet thing around her wrist. Brigid bites her lower lip.]

I don’t want a house. I have one. I don’t need another one. I’m staying with my aunt and uncle. Mark and Anne Hannigan, from Cambridge. Can someone please direct me to the nearest bus station?

[She swallows and turns away. Her brown eyes find the feed again. They shine with unshed tears. Her curly red hair flutters around her face. One blunt-nailed hand rises and brushes tendrils back behind her ear. Brigid isn’t wearing makeup and is drowned in a bomber jacket with several military patches on it. Her eyes flicker out over the area around the fountain.

She nearly curls in on herself.]

Can anyone hear me? I need to get home. Please. If you can tell me how to get home… I’d appreciate it.

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[retrograding]

Are you alright? [ First things first. ] I'm afraid we can't leave, but we can at least make sure we're all doing fine until we can. What's your name?

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[charring]

I dunno what house you're supposed to go to. But head to house ten. I have tea and information for you. Unless someone else explained about this nightmare hellhole.

[Charlie McGee: Ever unhelpful. Only this time, it's totally by accident.]

[hung_garian]

You don't. Sorry sweetheart, but if we knew how we wouldn't still be here.

[agentx13]

Calm down. I know it's disorienting, but you're alive, and for the time being, you're safe.

My name is Sharon Carter. I'll try to help you as best I can, but for that, I need you to calm down, okay?

[stiling]

Whoa, whoa, you're good. Breathe. Seriously, big stuff going on here.

But, uh. I'm gonna break it to you simple: You're not really going home any time soon, there.

[shesamarshmallow]

I know the feeling. I've got a dad back home I wouldn't mind getting back to.

We just have to ride it out, okay?

[And possibly take down "the man," but Veronica isn't going to announce that over the comm.]