(Looks like an audio transcript.)
Man 1: Is— is anyone there? Valentina? Rose, dear? Can you hear me? Please… I can’t see anything. I— [Sobbing] Please… it’s cold[?].
[Pause]
Man 1, distorted: Get it together. Your family can’t hear you. If you don’t want to die, then you need to find a way out by yourself.
[Pause]
Man 1: W— what… I can’t see…. How am I [Unintelligible]
[End]
{uh hi}
(Percy reads the transcript first, concern written all over his face) Do- do you know who sent this?
…No, it doesn’t seem to have any return address. Once again.
Well, what do we do then?
I don’t know. I don’t… I don’t think there’s anything we can do except hope I suppose.
(Seeing Percy’s discomforted expression, Franklin puts a hand at the small of his back) Hey, we don’t know who this is, maybe it’s a theatre script or something? Let’s not jump to the worst conclusions.
