File #004 accidental video

[The video cuts in with her sitting at a table, dressed down to a simple white blouse, sleeves rolled up. As for what she's doing, she's assembling and disassembling her gun over and over. She methodically pulls it apart until each piece is lying on the table, clicks a stopwatch, notes the time, then puts it all back together. Again, she clicks the stopwatch and notes the time on a piece of paper.

The routine is practiced, smooth, and almost robotic in motion. She barely even looks at anything but the stopwatch as she's working. After the gun is put down for the umpteenth time, she lets her hand rest on it rather than stop the watch.

Peggy stares at nothing in particular, the hollow look of someone who has lost something precious left in her eyes, then she raises a hand, rubs her forefinger and thumb against her eyes, and stands, walking off-screen.]

--Eight in such a short period of time...

Eleven. [She sighs and there's a rustling of paper.]

No discernible pattern - longer recorded periods of silence, maybe the fewer sightings around the village, but... [She sounds stricken and sits down off screen, her voice muffled as if she's put her head in her hands.] They just disappear - quietly, without a sound, just...radio silence.

[It's always just radio silence and static in the end.]