... hey, uh. This is going to be a weird fucking question, but- [Ellie is scattered, sleepless. For those who have seen her as a poltiergiest the last week or so, take heart. She's alive again, even if she doesn't seem entirely herself yet.]

For the people who've died. Did you see anything weird? Or anyone? Especially a grey lady who talks about the Mother?

Because that really sounds like something one of you would have mentioned, if it happened.

[ Anyone who knows Joel (as much as anyone can know Joel) will probably recognise something straight away: his arm is back. Gone is the mechanical beast that he had, controlled using his Power - instead he has his fully human, very alive, arm back... and he actually looks pleased about it. He flexes his fingers and leans into the camera, scratching at his chin. ]

Seems like dyin' does have it's uses after all.

[ He lifts up his mechanical claw, turning it in his hands absently. ]

Good for day to day stuff, but utter shit for climbin' mountains. Trust me.

[ Now, he looks a little awkward. The only time he's really used the network is to call for help and, well. Call people out. Oops? He leans back in his chair, a cup of coffee in his hand now as he tries to relax. ]

I, uh. I ain't used to this whole... Thing just yet. [ It's been twenty years since he had a cell phone regularly, after all, and he doesn't really have friends in Asgard to use the bracelets with. ] But the way I hear it, stuff's been goin' on while we were away. Do I wanna know or is it better left in the past?

[ Translation: is it going to harm Ellie or not. ]

[The video feed opens on a twelve-year-old girl with bright red hair, a rather gaunt face, and dark circles under her eyes. She's working on fixing that, really, but it's been a long couple of days.]

Hi. I know it's been kind of lousy here for a while, but it seems like it's letting up. I got some sleep, anyway. I hope you guys did, too.

Anyway, I figured we should celebrate, and since it's basically summer now, why not have a bonfire? We could make s'mores or roast weenies and sing camp songs and stuff like that. It'd be swell.

So let me know if you're interested, and I'll start chopping firewood. [She gives the camera a grin.] And if you need some odd jobs done, can you let me know that, too? I gotta start making some money around here, or I won't be able to afford the marshmallows and stuff. I'm pretty strong, and I'm a good artist, and I don't mind getting dirty. So if you need something done, call me up, O.K.?

Anna is -- [Gone. But that word, that single word is too hard to get out. To say aloud.] I can't find her. I've been searching for days now. I thought it might be just....temporary. A lot of people were disappearing before. It looks like everyone seems to be back now though? I don't suppose anyone else has seen her?

[Please. It's more pleading than anger. Though that's there too, brimming at the surface underneath the fear and sorrow at Anna being gone. Presumably back home. Back to a frozen Arendelle and being hit with Elsa's powers again. It's evident if she did have them here? It would be a heck of a storm given her current emotional state.]

If she is back home--I don't even really know if she's....you might have sent her to her death.

[The last more addressing the gods. Who or whatever has some sort of control over people coming and going from Asgard. It's softer, though colder in tone, betraying the anger before she turns off the feed on the bracelet.]