[Jim has found a wall, one at the farthest edge of the glass city, nearest the desert. His hands are pressed against the glass, his face not far away, watching what bit of the chaos he can see through the glass. As for the device, it's in his pocket, and he doesn't realize it's on, or that everyone might hear him say:]

Boy, I'm glad I'm not out there.

[Though with the way he said it, it's almost like he's trying to convince himself that whatever horrible situation is outside that wall really isn't much more exciting than being trapped in here.]

Someone told me how this thing works, kind of like a telephone, but it talks to everyone else who's got one. I hope she was right, and I hope it's working like it's supposed to.

She also said people here come and go, no rhyme or reason to it, and there's no way I can go home on purpose. But if anyone else knows anything different, I'd like you to tell me. I got to get home. I can't say why--my mom'll worry if nothing else, that's enough reason, isn't it?--but I can't just get stuck here like this.

[There's something urgent, desperate in his voice as he repeats:] I got to get home.

[ooc: After this]