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[Cybil's face appears on screen looking...well, calm and collected because she's a cop, gdit, shit isn't supposed to weird her out. Okay so she does look a bit skeptical to say the least.]
This is certainly no nightmare, that's for sure. But Pokémon? Waking up in another house when I wasn't even sleeping? I don't think I was asleep, at least. This is getting too bizarre.
The things in the bag I was given...I mean, it's nice having working communication and a radio that actually plays music, but none of my things are in there. My gun's gone, and I don't like the idea of not having my gun when there are [camera pans to a Houndour standing at attention. It looks just as stern as Cybil does. She shifts it back to her face.] these things following me around. It hasn't attacked me yet but forgive me for not trusting dogs that look like they came right from Hell. I've had a pretty rough experience when it comes to monsters.
Please, tell me...what the hell is going on? It's a step up from the fog and...damn, seeing actual residents around sure as hell is nice but I'm convinced this is a dream and...[a sigh, she shakes her head and runs a hand through her short blond hair] I honestly don't know what to make of what's going on anymore. With this place, with Silent Hill and...
[a pause, and she eyes something off-camera (her Houndour) before returning her attention to the camera]
...I guess I'll just...wait and see if anyone responds and until then I'll be walking around this...'New Bark Town' asking the residents pretty much the same things I've just asked. Doubt I'll get any straight answers. And Harry, if you're somehow here too, please contact me as soon as possible, just so I can keep track.
This is certainly no nightmare, that's for sure. But Pokémon? Waking up in another house when I wasn't even sleeping? I don't think I was asleep, at least. This is getting too bizarre.
The things in the bag I was given...I mean, it's nice having working communication and a radio that actually plays music, but none of my things are in there. My gun's gone, and I don't like the idea of not having my gun when there are [camera pans to a Houndour standing at attention. It looks just as stern as Cybil does. She shifts it back to her face.] these things following me around. It hasn't attacked me yet but forgive me for not trusting dogs that look like they came right from Hell. I've had a pretty rough experience when it comes to monsters.
Please, tell me...what the hell is going on? It's a step up from the fog and...damn, seeing actual residents around sure as hell is nice but I'm convinced this is a dream and...[a sigh, she shakes her head and runs a hand through her short blond hair] I honestly don't know what to make of what's going on anymore. With this place, with Silent Hill and...
[a pause, and she eyes something off-camera (her Houndour) before returning her attention to the camera]
...I guess I'll just...wait and see if anyone responds and until then I'll be walking around this...'New Bark Town' asking the residents pretty much the same things I've just asked. Doubt I'll get any straight answers. And Harry, if you're somehow here too, please contact me as soon as possible, just so I can keep track.
