[The feed turns on to show you the ruins of a broken city. The only light comes from strange floating... things, drifting through the air as if lonely or lost. Their bodies glow white, and in their wake the light shifts from pastel pink to yellow to green to blue and back round again. The only sounds are ghostly whisper-like sighs and a soft mechanical hum. The video pans around the area, looking over the broken road and strange spires and remains of buildings. It is night, and there are clouds that are bright and glow with the same shifting colors as the wisps, not quite an aurora. After a moment, the video turns off.

But the darkness is only brief. Shortly afterwards, it turns back on again, this time focused on the face of a man wearing a headdress and heavy-looking robes. There is a staff propped up against his shoulder. There is now the sound of a campfire that casts orange light across his face. He smiles tiredly.]

Hello again, Yuna. I hope you are safe and happy. Are you enjoying Besaid? I thought you would like it there. It's a better place for you... I wish I could be there with you. I wish I had found it earlier. Maybe then, you, your mother, and I could have lived there for a time. I think you both would have liked that...

[He trails off for a moment. The lines on his face betray his longing and his loneliness.]

I'm sure Auron's taking good care of you. Go easy on him! [He chuckles.] I know it may be tempting to tease, but understand that he truly is a good person. He's just a little gruff, that's all. Considering what he must have been through, after Jecht and I... [His expression doesn't change, but some of the humor leaves his eyes. Then, his brow furrows, and he shakes his head.] No, I'll edit that part out...

[The man reaches forward, and the feed ends.

Guess who has absolutely no idea that his sphere (camcorder-y-thing) isn't a normal one? That guy just now.]

Do you guys have any, you know, advice? On how to get people to sign up for something? I already tried going up to random people in the hallway, and it's not really working. There are posters and banners all around school, too. What else is there?

[Kaitou's standing in front of the school building, observing it. He's got a little bag filled with things taken from the Devil's Nest as he trundles into the school, only to pause at the front desk and look at the Diend Driver where the network has popped up.]

Yo! Sena. I made it to your world and I brought things with me. They're all treasure so come down and claim them. I'll be leaving them at the front desk for you.

As for anyone else, is there anything you want me to obtain for them?

[the community's habit of turning the feed on at the worst of times continues. the TV's on in the background, but neither of the residents of the Brown household are paying it any attention - they're out in the foyer, just visible through the archway of the living room ... so that the community gets its first - and last - look at Elizabeth Ann Reston-Brown.

she's pretty for a woman her age, still, grey hair with the faintest remnant of brown pulled back behind her ears. and she's got suitcases at her side. uh oh. Kevin's just ... standing at the stairs in khakis and a polo shirt, looking like he's not exactly sure how he came to be there. because quite honestly, he's not.]

... So this is ... 'Lizabeth, don't tell me there's nothing I can --

That's just it, Kevin. You're sweet, just as sweet as I remembered you. But that was forty years ago. And ... I've had a life in between then and now, and you --

I tried. You know I tried. But when I say you're not here, I.... [she sighs] We've had this conversation. I don't want to have it again.

But ... what if I could change your mind ...? [even his voice sounds hollowed out, empty. like there's nothing there, like her words are drops hitting the bottom of a well]

Kevin. ... I don't want you to.

[and then she's gone. the door shuts and he sits down with a great, deflating sigh on the stairs. at least he's got his face in his hands, so you're not all completely uncomfortable at the sight of a grown man crying?]