Dead and disappeared, a presence that cannot be seen...

[A light snowy static crackles over the communicator, the video function activating. It focuses on the figure of a woman wearing a dark-colored jacket and having short, magenta-colored hair who is currently trying to wake someone sleeping on a bed by pressing on one of their shoulders. The location is not clear, but it looks like an ordinary room, if not in the usual state of disrepair for a typical apartment in Discedo.]

"-ake up... Wake up, Sai."

[A grunt can be heard from the figure sleeping in the bed before one of his hands twitches along with the fingers connected to the hand. Those eyes begin to flutter open.] ".... Ai?" [It's a boy, with dark colored hair and crimson eyes. But he is wearing a familiar white shirt that appears a few sizes too large for his own body.]

"It's getting late. I wouldn't want you to sleep through another meal than you have to... Have you been experiencing any pain or symptoms of illness since that day?"

"No.... No, I haven't. But once more.... Everything is zero."

"Yes. That part of you has not changed... You will have to begin again."

[Sighs.] "Were... We close to learning of my identity with the last identity?"

"No. You were reluctant to continue your search. There were many dangers pressed upon us. Neuro returned, and authorities drove us into hiding..."

"Did I become weak? It shouldn't have mattered as I could eat them."

"... It is not my place to say."

"I see.... Go and fix me something to eat, I am hungry."

"As you wish."

( [OOC] Cut for length, but more underneath! )

[The transmission cuts out.]

[The sound of a large piece of fabric-perhaps a blanket or a sheet-flapping into the air transmits, before carefully being tucked around something.]

...

People are the same. Holy, poor, or otherwise there's no real difference...
Nothing more than one's own blind faith. Hiding weakness and showing false strength, fearing one's neighbors.

In the end, we're all human. There's no real difference. Race, mankind, government... North and south, and east and west, black and white and red and blue, everyone's the same.

In the end, humans with limitations.
If we can't fly through the sky, there's no reason to not die. So humans, no matter what we do, are all the same.

...And so I just calmly perform the duty in front of me, and continue to turn my eyes away from this mournful world that knows its limitations. In despair that there are no other possibilities.

[A long pause follows.]

( Private to John Summers; Unhackable )

...

Soon, I will take my leave from this place. I shall not be alone.
But I will give this warning only once, and it would do you all well to mark my words carefully...

If any of you try to follow me, or him... I will kill you. Friends and enemies are barely discernible to me now, and none of you know what I am really capable of...

Do not test me. You will only put your own lives at risk.

Seven days. Seven days are missing from my memory... Why? It is because I was dead? Though I still find that highly unusual after what Thomas was able to inform me about the afterlife.

It has been difficult for me to relax, knowing this much. The backdated entries have only been able to inform me of so much, including my most... unnatural behavior. I... was not aware that I was able to record anything after my life was taken. What else am I not aware of? If I am ever conscious of myself more clearly in the next life, then I will try to exercise more caution. Not that I would wish to experience such a fate again. Both for my sake, and that of my partner.

Thankfully, it seems that my death was not an act of murdering solely in cold blood. It was premeditated. I am able to understand this much now, as well as the intentions of Walter Sullivan. A mother... Such a simplistic goal. But I wonder what purpose he would have in removing the heart from my body? (If my past words are to be believed.) Although he is currently in captivity, has no one found out where these organs have been stored? I do not know if there would be any gain in finding them, but what would be the purpose of him going to the trouble of obtaining them if not for some future purpose?

It also seems that I have misplaced my boots. A shame. But I believe that I heard them walking around in the building, if the sound of those footsteps outside of the apartment are any indication.

If I ever wish to make any progress, then I will have to search Horton again.

( Private to Ness; Unhackable )

( Private; Unhackable )

[The transmission begins with a moment of silence. Nothing else can be heard but the sound of a Patient clambering in the hallway of St. Andrew's Hospital.]

...

[Suddenly, Ai gives a terrified gasp as she wakes up, as if she was just jolted out of sleep by a terrible nightmare.]

[Her heart races, and her breath pants. It takes a few seconds for her to calm down, but she is finally able to. There is a loud swallow and a sniffle.]

... W-where am I? The... hospital? I see. Then I really did...

[There is a pause, followed by a rustle of fabric.]

It's gone. I must have lost it in the struggle. ...This won't be easy. But I've done it before without his help. I can do it again.

[More clearly.] Can anyone inform me of the current situation? As I was asleep, was anyone able to apprehend the culprit? If not, I will make him pay.

Once I am able to return to where I belong, I will be free to explain what had happened to the best of my ability. Only I am not able to do as much of that now. I have a few worries of my own to contend with here and my memory is not... as clear as it should be.

[A door slams open, and the sound of running footsteps follow. There is a growl in the distance, but it soon turns into a howl of pain after the sounds of an apparent struggle ends. Then the transmission suddenly cuts out from static interference.]

[[ooc Backdated until between 12:00-12:30 AM tomorrow morning in order to obey the 24-hour revival rules. Please make a note of it! I'm posting this now to give myself a fair chance of being able to think with a clearer head than I might be able to later. (And yes, I got overeager too. Be quiet.)]]