I don't think anybody was ready for that.

But we could be.

Starting today, I'm keeping a video diary on my computer. I'm going to document everything I remember about arriving on the island, basic facts about everyone I know, an account of every crazy thing that's happened here. It's going to play automatically every time my computer boots up. The next time some psychotic, disorienting event takes place, I'll have already briefed myself about the possibility.

I'd suggest everyone make a similar record.

[Private to Steph.]

Apparently I grow up to be an idiot.

SHIT


shit shit shit WHAT THE HELL








ALRIGHT HEAD COUNT RIGHT THE FUCK NOW

Don't piss and moan or bitch and whinge or ask questions, just do it. The whole lot of you! I don't care who you are, if you're alive just say so, yeah? EVERYBODY

Oh Jesus

[ Claire is aged down. To before she knew about her ability. So she's going to be confused, all over again, about her magical life here. ]

Lyle? Lyle! Did you do this? You'd better not have ruined what mom and I are baking!

[ Okay. No response from Lyle. This is a problem. ]

Mom? Dad? Where are you guys? Come on - this isn't funny!

Um -- [ She looks visibly freaked, more and more by the second. ]

Is -- anyone out there? Who could tell me what's happening? Who knows?

It's like all these people are showing up or coming back or there's apparently a murderer here now or something and I don't see why if the island's doing all this, why we couldn't have brought Molly back too.

We've already seen how badly that turns out, right?  College has already cut my work hours and my night life in half, but there's no reason I can't have fun in the other half.

Party this weekend, my place?  Probably slightly less wild than the last big party, but it'll still be fun, I promise.

[ The first thing anyone'll be able to see is the flicker of a screen, paired with clattering and some falling, shattered glass... They'll see some glimpses of a wall... The lens is pointed straight upward. Anyone familiar with the area might recognize it as the outside of the hospital. Soon after, a larger crash is heard - breaking glass - and something not too different from this comes into view. A blonde girl, plummeting from above, straight to the ground. She lands not far from the communication device itself with a thud. A blood spatter or two covers part of the lens.

After a moment or so of silence, there's rustling. Stirring. A couple of grunts. The device is lifted, something wipes over it to clear it of the blood... Then the girl's face comes into view. She looks to be anything but happy, and there are a few winces here and there as she pops her own limbs and things back into place. ]

My name is Claire Bennet. I'm real. I've always been real. And if you think you can keep me here by putting me in some sort of lockdown, you're wrong.

[ Her cheek and mouth and one of her eyes are pretty visibly banged up, but... Healing. Very, very quickly. Some of the blood stays behind but the wounds are just... disappearing. ]

And no matter what you say? I'm leaving. Now.

[ Black. Silence. Yep. Preeeetty much she just hung up on everyone and everything. ]