[ The feed starts before she intends it to - of course. It's pretty mundane. There's the sound of a door opening and shutting, a sigh, and items being shuffled as they're put down on a surface. The journal ends up open on top of the pile, and there's a sideways view of Jane pushing her hair back and starting to pull it up into a ponytail before she noticed the journal. ]

Oh! [ She leans over it, continuing to tie her hair back before her ponytail is nice and secure, and she finally picks the journal up. ] Sorry. Just, uh-- I'm back? [ Slightly sheepish smile. ] I didn't mean to take off like that, but, uh -- short notice on my mission. What did I miss?

[ She left the day before the draft announcement, so she seriously has no idea anything happened at all. Somewhat musingly, to herself: ]

The 3rd? Wow. I missed Halloween. Not that I've celebrated it since I was, like, nineteen.

[ The feed cuts there.




Hours later will find her sitting on the roof of her building, letting her legs dangle off the edge as she stares into the setting sun. By now she has heard quite a lot about what she's missed. It's chilled her in a number of ways, and left her ... thinking. Thinking a lot about something Billy told her months ago.

Maybe it's time to try. ]

So. Aaaanyone have experience with the, uh, spirits? Or ... whatever they're called. I think it's time I started -- broadening my skills.

[ ... ] Speaking of. If I wanted to learn medicine, where would I start? Like... say... nurse training. That sort of thing.

[ It takes her some time to wake up, when they return her. Her body is so week. She feels so tired. And it feels like it's been years since she's seen anything but grey and white and steel.

She can see the sky. She stares at it for a little while, eyelids fluttering as she struggles to keep awake and remember that if she can see that, she needs to be doing something. Moving. But she just doesn't want to. Everything hurts. Her body aches in a way she didn't know it could.

It's a very painful, grueling process, but she manages to pull herself up to sit against a tree and laboriously pull out her journal. She flicks on the video function, and the sight of her isn't a pleasant one. The paleness of her skin and the dark circles under her eyes are the least of it. There's a hollowness to her cheeks, a wideness to her eyes, that suggests illness. Something very wrong.

She looks like she hasn't eaten in days. ]

I, um. [ She lifts a hand, pressing it into her eye. ] I could use help. Soon. I'm -- so tired. I'm...

... is that water?

[ Of course, then she drops the journal. It records the tree canopy and the sky through it for a while. Then it just abruptly cuts off.

Well, that's worrying.



Much later, at least an hour - probably two - she'll reopen the journal, and it's obvious now she's in the clinic. She looks basically not at all better, but she's trying. ]

Sorry. I-- I'm fine. I will be. [ A breath out. ] So that's a Malnosso kidnapping, huh? [ Her mouth twists, wry. ] I -- really get now why they're not popular.

[ Then she just sighs, resting her head back against her pillows and shutting her eyes. She's just -- you know. She'll be fine. A week's starvation never hurt anybody. ]