[
There is the image of a young boy moving the screen, tipping it back and forth and peering into it to make sure no more adjustments need to be made. When he seems satisfied, he sits back on his heels, knees to his chest. It's hard to tell where he is, as the background is mostly obscured by his small body. To all of those who knew him as the man with the cravat, he is now the boy with a bow tie. He looks a little nervous, but is doing his best to save face and be brave.]
I have made some observations that I'd like to share.
This place is called "New Moore," right? Someone said that this could be the future, but nothing like that has ever happened to me before. There are other people here, too. Some of them are scary, and some of them aren't. Some of them have different laws, so on that alone, I can assume that this is their first time here, too. I don't know the laws in this place, or even if the laws are the same as the place I come from. I've seen a few people say some mean things.
The system here works, it has to! There's a police department, and that means that everyone who breaks the law will be fully accountable for their actions. So don't break the law, no one will feel sorry for you if you do something bad and then you go to jail.
[
For a moment, he looks puzzled, and then his voice gets a little softer, and his eyes avert as if he's done something wrong.]
I still don't know where my father is, and if I'm gone too long, I'll make him worry … I'll be okay. I'll be okay for a little longer until he can find me.