[It's really hard for her to compose herself so she can manage a decent reply, especially when she's just about hyperventilating off-screen. But she swallows the knot in her throat, leaving it to linger in her stomach. This was—this was... no, she knew this one. This was Lestrade. What was his first name? she couldn't remember. She squeezes her eyes shut, leaning against the fallen tree, leaving no reply at first but more distant, sharp intake of breaths—crying has never been this exhausting before, and she wishes she could get a grip on it.
But then she remembers the truth, and the pang in her chest reignites all over again.
Finally, a small, hesitant reply. The screen remains black.]
... I'm here. I was kidnapped, but I-
I'm sorry, I'm okay.
[Breathe. Just. Breathe and try to push it all away.]
video;
But then she remembers the truth, and the pang in her chest reignites all over again.
Finally, a small, hesitant reply. The screen remains black.]
... I'm here. I was kidnapped, but I-
I'm sorry, I'm okay.
[Breathe. Just. Breathe and try to push it all away.]