[There's a good bit of fumbling before Katou figures out how to work the video camera, and maybe a muffled curse or two. Inept as he generally is, for once it's not entirely his fault. Once the thing finally flickers on, Katou leans in and immediately barges in, loudly.]

Hey! Look, I figured out this was supposed to be some kind of prison or some crap like that but listen, I'm a fucking minor, okay? Juvy's supposed to be where it's at, am I right? Right?

[Katou pauses, distracted look on his face.]

Dunno if I believe the crap about being at the bottom of the ocean but lemme tell you, it doesn't smell like hell around here. Or look like Hades. And if this is heaven then take me back to Hades, me and Doll and Uriel can have ourselves a rave party down there. With strobe lights and strippers. Kira, you aren't invited.

[Of course, he keeps going off the subject, but a furtive glance at the pocket of his jeans makes him remember.] Anyway, listen. I know this is prison and we probably ain't supposed to have 'em, but... anybody here got any... [He mimes taking a drag on a cigarette, and whispers, as though that'll make it any less obvious].... smokes? I'm not picky about the type too bad. Kinda like menthol but... [He waves his hands exaggeratedly] If you do I'll pay you with... I dunno. WE'LL SEE.

[dizzy and not quite awake] Eh...? Lenalee, where...?

[he's catching up now, and paying attention to the welcome message] ...

I-- I understand that I committed those crimes. I think that you're -- mistaken -- if you think that arresting me will do more good than harm right now.

But if you're with the Vatican somehow then you must understand that Lenalee and Johnny weren't involved with any of that. I just want to know that they're back at headquarters, and that they weren't hurt.

[ There's a lot of white noise - rustling and static and snow - before the video flickers on. It's sitting at an angle, pointed upwards at a tall man, blood-stained bandages all over his upper body. He's sitting on the edge of a hospital bed, being very careful not to wince. He looks around; his face is equal parts angry and suspicious. ]

Rosiel... [ The name is spoken venomously. He tugs his leg and looks down, and there's a sound of clanging metal when he moves it. It's out of view of the camera, but it sounds - and judging by his movements and expressions, looks - like he has something heavy chained to his leg. ]

Pretty elaborate set-up to go through for a poorly conceived mindfuck, if you ask me. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

[ He picks up the device - almost gingerly, like he's afraid it might bite him - and then peers into the camera. There's a bit of a startled expression when he realizes it's recording.]

Who's out there? Answer me right now. I know what's really going on here.