[ There's no mistaking that voice, now, even though it's merely a whisper. But- but that's impossible. Ned scrambles to change the settings of the communicator to video to show that it is, indeed, him. Or at least, a dimly-lit and dimmed version of himself, ragged with grief and lack of sleep. ]
It's me. Where are you?
[ Because that's an easier question than how are you alive and this must be a dream, he knows it must. He's drifted off and any second now he's going to wake up and remember that feeling of hope budding in his chest and he's going to be sick ]
video
It's me. Where are you?
[ Because that's an easier question than how are you alive and this must be a dream, he knows it must. He's drifted off and any second now he's going to wake up and remember that feeling of hope budding in his chest and he's going to be sick ]