[ Curtis's brows are arched as he looks around him, his muscles physically tense and the worry hardly strained from his voice. The last thing he remembered-- ]
Nikki?! Alisha? Where are... [ He'd rewound time, hadn't he? He'd saved them. He'd saved everyone. Why weren't they back at the community center? Or why wasn't he in his room. It didn't make sense; this was unfamiliar, new, foreign. He always went back and knew what was happening, knew what to stop. How to change the future. ]
Nathan, you prick, if this is some fucked up joke...
[ But it isn't, and he knows it. Nathan isn't this clever. None of them are, to put him in some place he didn't recognize and... he pushes the thoughts aside, running a hand down his face and looking to the device that's been recording him. ]
Hello? Can anyone hear me? I need to know what's going on.