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.
        While 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: