Re: facetime:connie/patrick
Somehow, I doubt Webster was trying to be nice, Con. I know you- [He's bouncing the thing again, careful of the lifted pane of glass, and he doesn't notice the dim glow at the bottom. It's not a button, because he would notice a button, but there's definitely a new glow, one that wasn't there before the pane slipped up and into place.
And, predictably, his fingers bap that glow. There's a very muted whooshing sound, or maybe that's just an effect of the trip. It's almost like he trips forward, and he's in that room with the tiny girl and the tiny funeral. He's dropped his phone. Where's his phone?
Through the pane of glass, he can see his old, empty room, and that toppled over box on the mattress. Beside it, the phone he dropped is there, and he can see Connie's face on the tiny screen. He looks at the thing in his hand, and he desperately starts pushing at the light, trying to get it before the tiny girl in the room turns around. He manages it just as she starts to turn her tiny head, and.... whoosh.
It takes him a few seconds to chill and manage to grab the phone. This time, the camera is pointed right at his face, and he looks extremely discombobulated.]