The screen went blank, then shivered with stochastic noise. Briefly I had
visual, and there was enough of Gallett through the static slivers and
black rents for me to identify and there was a date in the margin. The
message was 5 weeks old.
I had visual I had no sound but Gallett seemed well and looked calm enough.
Though her eyes held concern her lips gave me a smile. The image crumbled.
It began to reform but disintegrated. Out of the horizontal bars which
ensued issued Gallett’s disembodied voice. It was distorted and some of
it was lost: