Communications

>>Dude. DUDE.
>>That chick, that posted about the dreams about the Island.
>>Ana Lucia
>>I KNOW WHO SHE IS. From my dreams!
>>She's from our world/universe/thing too!

>> Hey, man.
>> How've you been?
>> Sorry that I've sucked at staying in touch.

>> Can you pull up satellite and CCTV feeds?
>> Let's get some eyes on this bitch.
>> And I want every single file on Cerberus you have.
>> There's got to be something we can use here.

>> i miss you
>> How are you doing?
>> Did you find anyone to interview yet?
>> do you want to get coffee--

"Jarvis... Tell me that you're near the control panel, buddy. I've got a... [static] ... a bit of a problem here."

>> I'm in town and mostly okay.
>> I think we could do that shopping trip.
>> As long as you're willing to take it slow.
>> I've got a limp I'm working on.

"I'm a bit sore tonight, so I..." Whirring noises in the background, a grunt, and a clang. "I might not make it in until later in the day tomorrow. Just giving you a head's up." Another clang, and a clatter, then some beeping and keys clacking, as if typing rapidly. "Possibly not until dinnertime. I might have something to show you. Maybe. Don't call before nine."