* On Lifford station, allegedly abandoned, exists a section which was not completely destroyed. It sits idle in space, normally unnoticed by passers by.
The screen shows an area darkened with shadows. A dim flicker off screen wavers as if by candlelight or torch, causing the darkness to seem all the much deeper. The sound of pained moaning can be faintly heard, followed by an earsplitting scream and then silence. Someone's vocal cords had just been stressed to their limits. The shadows darken as someone approaches, then they are pushed away by the light of a candle brought to within view.
Aine's image now filled the screen, part of her emerald blouse, her forehead and left cheek showing the spatter of blood at high velocity.*
Silver my darling.
Few callers could pull me away from my play time. For you, however, I am willing to interrupt it. That is, when you mentioned broken, beaten and 'sair in the same breath.
You've piqued my curiosity. Tell me more.
If this channel isn't secure enough for you, come to Derry and we'll have a meet on Coleraine, unless you'd like to visit my play room.
Governor Moore is traveling at this time but will be in touch with you soon. She has instructed me to inform you that the requested communications channel has been opened and you have been granted administrative access to add others to it as needed.
If there is anything else you need, please contact me.