Voice.

[outer_npcs]

[It's not quite dawn on Saturday; there's a faint bleaching on the edge of the horizon, but everything is still dark and hazy with a sluggish mist of rain.]

The flood's rising. Washing everything away. There won't be anything but bones left when it's through.

We have to stop it. Have to-

[There's a rustle in the background, and an indistinct male voice saying something that might be 'come away'. A low, grinding distortion picks up, as though something's been pressed over the microphone - perhaps by accident - before the feed cuts out entirely.]

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[professorwolf]

[After all this time, at least Lyall knows who that voice belongs to, though he hasn't entirely come to believe she can actually tell the future like other people here say. That seems a bit much to believe, even after all he's seen here.

But the sudden interruption does make him pay attention, and attempt to reply.]

Madam? Is everything all right?