ourlastbesthope[The man on the video is looking rather unkempt. However, he's trying not to show it, despite the fact that he's broadcasting from the courtyard, where it continues to rain.] So at least it seems like I'm not the only one who has been seeing things. But not the same things. [He turns, catching a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, but he returns his focus to the tablet. He's got a tired, unfocused gaze, but the rain is actually helping to keep him (pretending) to be alert.]
I can explain away them in the mirror. A bit of regret. Repressed guilt. Maybe even misplaced hope. Searle would give me time in the earth room to get over it, so here I am. The closest damn thing to an earth room as I'm going to get.
[He knows that he's rambling, or starting to, so he slows himself down.]
Normalcy. That's what he prescribed for times of great stress. Ghosts, figures, everything else. I'd say that was great stress.
Does anyone have any scissors?
[Wait. That sounds bad.] I'm not going to hurt anyone or anything with them. I just...need a haircut. That as normal as I can get.