[Sometime during the night, heavy static picks up on the communications network. For the ones closer to the Horton Lane Apartments, the static is more interfering-regardless of whether the communicator happens to be on or turned off-, accompanied by an unmistakable presence in the air. For the ones more sensitive to spirits, the presence brings feelings of loss and confusion.
A few minutes pass, and then a disembodied voice can be heard, intermingled with the static.]
M i s s i n g
Body... heart... blood...
Gone.
Disappeared.
NO
It's more.
[The following line is said very, very fast. Also seeming repetitive, echoed into each other.]
MuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMORE.
...
W h o i s I m i n a ?
[The static continues for a few minutes more, before the transmission finally cuts out completely.]
A few minutes pass, and then a disembodied voice can be heard, intermingled with the static.]
M i s s i n g
Body... heart... blood...
Gone.
Disappeared.
NO
It's more.
[The following line is said very, very fast. Also seeming repetitive, echoed into each other.]
MuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMORE.
...
W h o i s I m i n a ?
[The static continues for a few minutes more, before the transmission finally cuts out completely.]