Please.

[ the girl speaks so quietly, she almost isn't heard. but she's finally managed to figure out how to communicate with others like everyone else seems to be doing. she glances up at the camera and then back down at the doll in her arms, clutching it. ]

I don't know where I am. I need to be home. Father will be angry and .. I need to go home. I'm not supposed to stay out late, with strangers.

Lydia, you're not like a dragon egg, are you? Karolina, Molly, how about you guys? We still uh well normal is probably a bad word, but as normal as we usually are.

I know I've lived here going on four years now, but. These are weird questions people shouldn't need to ask. Guess it could be worse?

Peter?

Please please please tell me you're here.

I don't know where I am.

I'm not sure how I got here.

But I need help. I don't want to hurt anyone.

Katie, babe? You have any idea why I woke up in a ballpit instead of a bed?

[The video turns on showing a younger Sarah with a cigarette in her hand and looking pretty pissed off.]

Mrs. S. you really had t'resort to this shit? Ya think sendin' me to the middle of fucking no way will get me to 'straighten up'? This part of the damn 'tough love' ya keep mentionin'? More like child abandonment.

[She takes a long drag of her fag before puttinf it out.]

Bloody hell, what's there t'do around here?

[If no one answers, she'll create her own fun.]

[A young Helen Magnus graces your network today, tilting the device first one way and then the other as she examines it, making for a rather shaky first few seconds of video.]

I’ve never seen anything like it. [Her brow wrinkles in confusion as she stares hard at the smart phone in her hands once again.] What is this device?

(ooc: For anyone who would know what she looks like, assume she is recognizable as Helen. Just much, much younger. Mid-teens-ish. She will never admit how long it took her to figure out the smart phone.)