( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

[There is the sound of the library doors opening and the clanking of the guards moving about. A man's voice can be heard, slightly panicked and a bit distant.]

What is this? Where am I? [a bit more shuffling] No, I... I don't do touching. I can follow without the touching.

[Some more clanking of metal and then the man's voice gets closer as the PDA is held out for him to take.]

Oh, no. No, no, no. I definitely don't take things from people. No. I need... I need Natalie. Where's Natalie? I...

[The rest of what he's going on about becomes muffled as the PDA is tossed to the ground. As the library doors shut once again, the man can be heard once more, his voice again a bit distant.]

Nine. There's only nine. [an audible shudder] Wrong. This is wrong. So very, very wrong...