[There’s a close-up of an eye first, topped by a bushy eyebrow, and then the image pulls back to reveal the stern-looking face of an older man. When he speaks, it’s brisk, with a Scottish accent.]

Interesting communication device you’ve got there, definitely not like any technology I recognise. It obviously broadcasts a signal - or else I’m talking to myself, which is one of the signs of a severely disturbed mind - but how? And, more importantly, to whom?

What I’m really interested in here, though, is how you’ve managed to muck around with my biology. I’ve been human once or twice, but the change involved is a bit complicated and messy. Here I am, though, human again, no scars, all my memories intact, and I’d quite like to know how you’ve done it.

[A pause, and then he narrows his gaze.]

And then I’d like you to change me back.

I think it's....a year now. Or, close to it. Time is still kind of weird to figure here. Especially when I've been back home a couple of times too. I know there are others that have been around longer but....for me, since everything back home, being anywhere this long is. Kind of a big deal.

[Always traveling. Always trying to avoid the walkers, find somewhere to hole up the night if possible, find more places to scavenge for supplies. The idea of remaining anywhere for this long would be unthinkable when supplies would eventually run out unless they had seeds to plant, animals to provide meat.]

I'm not sure if this sort of thing is really something to celebrate or not. I know things are...getting more serious with the war and everything. I'm just glad to be here and to have met everyone. And even with the war, I'd rather here than back home. I just recently got back, so....sorry for worrying everyone. I'm okay.

[Mostly. It'll take a bit for everything to properly register and for her bullet wound to heal, but overall she is managing.]