Case # 37: Video

[19centconstable]

[Someone is holding the communicator carelessly in one hand, as though they don't know it's on. The floor passes by slowly under the camera's lens. Whoever they are, they're walking hesitantly toward something. Bathroom tile appears, and then: the base of the toilet.]

Sweet wounded Jesus. I've died and gone to heaven.

[It's a boy speaking; his voice soft and high, his accent somewhere between Irish, British, and Pirate.

In other words: George Crabtree.]

Comments

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

It's cool to the touch as well, but I don't see what that's got to do with anything.

[meanstwin.livejournal.com]

No, um... [ This boy's from way back when, so of course he's not going to get it. ] No, I mean... interesting. Since it's different for you.

Where are you from, anyway?

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Belleville. ...Canada. I'm from Canada.

[meanstwin.livejournal.com]

Oh! That... that's pretty close to me.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Where are you...from?

[George has never met anyone who wasn't from Canada.]

[meanstwin.livejournal.com]

Um... I'm from Washington.

In America.

I don't think we're here, though.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

A girl told me we were on a ship. But I don't see how that could be.

[meanstwin.livejournal.com]

Maybe we went out to the coast somehow? I don't know how.