( one | video | here i am, there you are )

[dylinquent]

( The girl who appears on the feed might be easy to recognise as the girl who helped Jill splatter paint across the temples, or the girl who made sure people left the bar before Shadow blew it up.

But she isn't here to talk about either of those. In fact, it doesn't seem like an issue at all. )

Hey.

( She clears her throat, looks down for a moment. )

My name's, uh, Dylan. I just got here. ( Which is probably obvious. ) Not that I'm here to talk about that.

Has anyone met somebody called Richard Blake? I've got video of him- ( The way her voice cuts off is an obvious tell that it's footage she can't get to that easily. ) - um. If anyone has a charger.

( She's clinging to this bit of hope. This one bit that says he's here. It'd be too convenient, but she wants to believe. )

If you know anything, tell me.

( She's desperate. )

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Re: [Video]

[drabsolutelynot]

[He nods, trying not to add to her already apparent upset with his own]

Yes. Yes she is.

[A pause]

Would it make you feel any better if we did a search? [Rosen honestly doesn't think they'd find anything but if it would be any comfort he's willing to go]

Maybe a walk to see if we can find any information?

[Video]

[dylinquent]

( She's had enough time to message Emily, to finally accept what she's been told there that she shakes her head. )

No. Um. Turns out if he's not on the network, he's not here.

( It sucks, but she's at a dead end here, as well. She'll just have to find a way back home. Or maybe he'll turn up. Who knows. This has introduced too many possibilities. )

So, um, what's your daughter like?

Re: [Video]

[drabsolutelynot]

I'm sorry.

[Its a sad realization to have, that someone simply isn't there, and Rosen wishes this girl didn't have to have it at all. But there's nothing he can do to change that.

But maybe he can at least help to make the transition a little less painful.]

Well, um, [There is the ever expected clenching in his chest as he thinks about what to say. He wonders distantly if there will ever be a day when thinking about his family doesn't hurt so much. But he continues, managing to keep his voice calm and steady] She is a good bit older than you, almost thirty now. She's an artist. An amazing one.

['And that has nothing to do with you, Lee' a voice in his head hisses]

[Video]

[dylinquent]

( It's not the first time. It just hurts to have another door closed. Just like the note in the watch, which was nothing more than a sweet sentiment from father to daughter, not the clue that would unlock everything.

Just they key that closed the door to it all.

It means goodbye. Maybe her mother was right. )

Really? ( She smiles in a way that's fond and nostalgic. ) My dad, um, he's really creative, too. He's a writer.

( Ever since he disappeared, the condo's been a lot cleaner. No clippings of news articles for research, not as many books open on tables. London and mum aren't home enough to mess it up, too busy at the hospital.

It's sterile. Weird. Uncomfortable. )