017 // Video, post-flood

[kisskiss]

[Irene is sitting in her room, which looks as if a tornado tore through it - the floor is scattered with childish crayon drawings, the bed is a messy pile of blankets and in the corner, a sheet is draped over the chaise to make a kind of fort. Irene looks a bit bewildered; she's back in her grown-up clothes, but she seems just a touch off, as if putting on a uniform that she hasn't worn in a very long time.]

I -

[She falls silent, then purses her mouth, and holds up a hand. In it are the paper dolls which she'd been playing with in her last message. Now, they're crumpled. She raises an eyebrow and lets out a long-suffering sigh. Her mouth twists in a wry, humorless smile, then the video cuts out]