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[Hello, City. It's the audio from the video that will filter in first, a bit broken up and fuzzy, but slowly coming in, the music of the Carousel accompanying his voice.]

--can't seem to get any reception. Maybe if I hold it up...

[Visuals follow, and after a moment or two of static, there's a perfectly clear picture of John Watson from above. He's frowning, and suddenly much closer as he pulls his cellphone in again.]

...is that the camera? [he's flipping it over, unknowingly treating the audience to a view of the ground and his shoes.] No, I wanted my email. [once again the camera is turned towards him] How do I shut this off? [his mouth pinches, just a little, as he's trying to figure it out...and a moment later he seems to. The feed cuts]

[Private; Action ==> Molly Hooper]

[After finding oneself sitting on the edge of a fountain facing a carousel, and having exhausted all other options of deciphering whether one is dreaming and where they are, going to a place with a large blue sign that says 'Welcome Center' seems the most reasonable option. So. Here he is, coming in the door now.]