Th—wrong. [ emma's voice is barely audible through the static. the feedback comes on and off, a direct result of her panted breath coming out too close to the communicator. ] We — [ another uneven cut of the crackling feed. ] —alone out h—.

—Just me. —seen the others—what happened. [ panic burns in the back of her voice. for a moment, the feed becomes perfectly clear: ]

You have to come help. Get down here. [ after that, it gets harder to hear. and the line goes dead for a minute, pure silence, then loud, indecipherable shouting that's too close to the communicator and accompanied by loud clanging. ] ̶̈́̿͜h̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜e̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜l̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜p̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜ ̶̶̿̈́̈́̿͜͜u̶̿̈́͜s

[ silence follows. ]