[Yes, Neil looks a little worse for wear and yes, for those who don't like seeing someone so young puffing on a cigarette, he's smoking. He looks tired, but he's alive, dammit. Speaking of that, which we weren't but whatever--]

So, there's this friend of mine who saved my life by eating junk food. He doesn't seem to be here anymore, which is good and bad...

[He sighs and blows smoke out the side of his mouth.]

Okay, let's try that again.

Has anyone seen Chekov? About this high...

[Hand indicates height.]

Russian, can't say his double-u's, really, really smart...

[Angela's sitting cross-legged on a sofa in an apartment that if anybody knew her well enough can tell that's not hers. One, the wall colors are in neutrals and there's no amount of controlled chaos around. What gives it away especially is a grey cat in her lap snoozing, and even though she is not a fan of them, Angela can't bear to move it. Her device is propped up so her hands are free to write things down on a nearby clipboard.]

The worst part of coming and going here isn't the coming back, it's coming back and realizing there are things you should already know, but you can't remember. I hate not remembering things. My life experiences are so important to me; I want to look back and go "Yeah, that was fantastic how we got arrested." but when I can't remember faces, much less names or events...

[It pisses her off. But she's not going to say that much out loud.]

So here's your mission, should you choose to accept it: tell me things about us I should remember. Doesn't matter if it's big or small. If we went to the beach together and almost got eaten by sharks, great! Or not so great, but still that's useful to me.

And if we didn't do anything together, lie to me. Make something up. It's not like I'll know the difference.

[The video begins abruptly, when a young woman with red hair seems to step on the communication device. She doesn't seem to notice the device is on, or that it's even there. She's too busy raging to a floppy eared dog sitting on the edge of the fountain, walking around in a circle, hands in the air.]

--is the absolute LAST time I'm taking the train, I swear! I thought we were going to have a nice, safe train ride...actually, no, forget the train. This is the last time I listen to Dimitri! This could've all been avoided if he'd made sure our papers were fine, but nooo, they're absolutely blue, don't worry about a thing, Your Grace! Ha! And then, he thinks going and hiding in the baggage car is a good idea? Great idea, Dimitri, you nearly got us all killed!

[She makes an irritated growl before sitting next to the dog, scratching its ears idly before sighing.]

So...where exactly are we, anyway? We did jump from a moving train car, so...
[She moves to check her pulse, before frowning.]

Right, nevermind, we're not dead...and this is definitely not Russia...

[She sighs again, before smirking slightly at the dog.]

How much do you want to bet this is Dimitri's fault somehow?

[It's only now that she seems to notice the black communication device lying on the ground. Frowning, she moves to pick it up, bring it right up close to her face, staring at it in confusion.]

And what the heck is this thing...

[She pokes at it a few times, trying to figure out what this weird little black thing is and why it was just lying around.]

Hello?

[And as she continues poking at it, she manages to cut off the video feed.]

[The video clicks on to show Lucy bundled up in blankets on her couch. She gives the camera a wan smile.]

So why do you think they send us home? Is it because they think we need a break, or do they lose control or...is it to punish the people here that we leave behind?

Obviously those aren't the only options. I'm just...spitballing here. I guess.

[She clicks the camera off.]