[For the first time since she started responding to people on the network the day before, Shelley switches from text to video. A few people had already begun to suspect this was some sort of "possession" as opposed to these residents suddenly surfacing of their own accord. Now it's clear who Shelley's using to speak through.

Quark's voice comes out as a juvenile attempt at sounding older. Being so young, his voice is already fairly high, so the pitch is hardly any different. It's mostly the cadence in which he delivers his words. He doesn't hold himself like a child.]

My word. It's been ages since I've had to answer so many questions, and I can't help but find it all rather peculiar. I'm hearing all this worrisome talk about monsters and dire conditions, but I can't see anything to get in a fuss over. No matter how I look at all that I've heard, I just can't believe any of it.

[The somewhat hard look that Shelley appears to be trying to communicate fades. It looked positively strange on Quark's soft features, anyway. She sighs, shakes her head, and then tries for a withered smile.]

Still, I do still remember some of what it was to be young. If this is all just a big hoax I wouldn't blame you all for having your fun, but now I think it's time to put that all to rest. All I'm asking for is the truth. I raised my children to be honest, and I expect the same from you. Is there something I'm not understanding? I'm sorry, you'll have to be patient with me. My memory isn't what it used to be.