[ Ned doesn't care that it's the woods and there are sabre-toothed tigers, or that the whole thing is completely impossible. It's Jesse and he's panicky and alone and alive. The wrist communicator shows a whirl of Ned's unlit bedroom, video lurching around as he rolls out of bed, pulling on his shoes, grabbing a coat, and pelting out of the house at full speed. ]
I'll find you. Stay put.
[ He isn't going to believe it until he sees it with his own eyes. For all he knows this is a trick, a trap. Those bastard scientists messing with the communicators to lure him out on his own. Or else drugging them again, giving them hallucinations. Or else, perhaps, he's finally lost it, finally taken the plunge and gone completely insane. None of that matters though, because there's just the tiniest sliver of a chance that this is real, that Jesse is somehow alive again. ]
[ Ned doesn't bother trying to be quiet, once he gets to the woods. He goes right in, safety be damned, yelling Jesse's name at the top of his lungs. ]
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I'll find you. Stay put.
[ He isn't going to believe it until he sees it with his own eyes. For all he knows this is a trick, a trap. Those bastard scientists messing with the communicators to lure him out on his own. Or else drugging them again, giving them hallucinations. Or else, perhaps, he's finally lost it, finally taken the plunge and gone completely insane. None of that matters though, because there's just the tiniest sliver of a chance that this is real, that Jesse is somehow alive again. ]
[ Ned doesn't bother trying to be quiet, once he gets to the woods. He goes right in, safety be damned, yelling Jesse's name at the top of his lungs. ]