[The video feed starts. There's nothing exciting to see; this particular device has been discarded in the frenzied panic the monsters have inspired, giving the network little to see but a whitewashed apartment wall.

The ambient nose is ghoulish: moans, groans, short phrases from the more articulate creatures, nails screeching along windows, rattling at the door. A dog is barking, low and angry.]

Hamlet? It's okay, boy.

[Jinora's voice, soon joined by her worried-looking face as she picks the device up.]

They can't get-- [The girl gasps and clutches the network device close. There's a brief view of the front window where a man, pale-faced and undoubtedly in some stage of decay, puts a gnarled hand against the glass. His voice is almost inaudible, but a word can be made out.]

Disappointment. Disssssapointment...

[The network device clatters to the ground. Quietly, disbelieving, Jinora whispers:]

Daddy?


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