[ It's the middle of the night, and who is awake? This guy. This... visibly distressed cyborg guy.

That's a severe understatement. There are tears. Snot. Shaking. The whole package. If you've spoken to him before, this almost seems like an entirely different person! Gosh, weird. ]

He's dead. Th-they killed him, or it -- I don't know, there was a -- [ Words are hard when you're this distraught. He sniffles. ] He was dragged away and it tore him apart, I can't --

[ A WILD ANGEL APPEARS. Or rather, pokes her almost-as-emotionally-wrecked head into the frame and motions to the tablet. Aside from a quick apology, she's clearly talking to Rhys and not the network. So much for that whole keeping who she's travelling with a secret thing. ]

Excuse me - don't try and talk, just up - upload the footage. You'll have to, I can't...

[ She trails off miserably before addressing the network, gently prying the tablet from Rhys' hands. Carefully. She might be devastated, but she's still a little wary of any snot and tears he might have wiped on his sleeves. EW. ]

Hello - we left our robot friend in the attic of this building overnight to see what was up there, and it - it wasn't - I don't know what it was. But he didn't have a chance to get away, and now...

[ She shudders, covering her mouth. ]

I'll - I'll get Rhys to upload the footage. I don't have a tablet any more.

[ After a little more tablet-shuffling, the miserable Hyperions are replaced by this cavalcade of nightmares. ]