Re: [scattered thoughts: Noah/Adrian]
[The TV, for in the mind there is an image of one, begins to shake like the picture, to vibrate, to smoke. It's been almost an hour since the sirens began going off, and the little old fashioned TV (knob for the picture and everything) manages to convey a series of images and ice blue text:] COLD [A dark, institutional hallway, recognizable as the facility, ending in a pair of double doors.] SNOW [It looks a little like snow, but it must be ash, spiraling against the same background.] COLD GLASS [A spray of shattered glass in shards and powdered underfoot, showing sweeping tracks where it's been kicked aside.] NEEDLE [Coming in with a shriek, a needle punctures plastic, then flesh, and then the little TV sparks and spits and the screen shatters, and there's nothing else from this mind at all.]