[There's a distinct lack of video for this particular feed. There is, however, sound. From the gentle rush of wind in the background, it's likely that this broadcast is taking place outdoors. There's only the briefest of pauses before the person responsible speaks, his firm, professional tone probably familiar to a few of the more long-term residents:] Good day, Nesreca. Howard Link speaking. While I realize this is quite sudden, I have several questions that are absolutely necessary. First and foremost, where is Allen Walker? What day is it? Precisely how many hostages remain? If you've any information at all, please do not hesitate to contact me.

[He falls silent, but the crunch of debris under his boot and the occasional sigh says he's still there on his end, waiting anxiously for whatever answers he might receive.]

…You've got to be kidding me? Back again? Third time's the charm I suppose.

[The feed shows the man standing by the river, back again after being sent home a second time after the fourth wall trouble. He seems calmer this time though and Tim perches atop his maker's shoulder. The poor golem had to come back with him but at least they could look for Allen together and maybe see Lucia again!]

Anyone still here that's useful? I'll stick around for a little bit before I head back to Lucia's to check on her.

[He cuts the feed off there.

God. He needs a cigarette already.]

[Kiriko sits dejectedly on a step of some crumbled building, staring into the screen, looking as if he has something to say. His face is blank, his eyes slightly red as if he'd been crying earlier. Indeed, his certain female twin is missing now, and Kiriko is none too happy.]

[Suddenly he stands and savagely kicks over the nearest dilapidated mailbox. The debris goes flying, and Kiriko continues to pummel what remains. Then he spins to the camera and screams, bursting into an angry rant.]

LIBITINAA...! I know you're watching us...!

Where did you take her?! Why would you bring any of them here if you were just going to get rid of them?! You damn cowards! Let us go, too...! You... fucking show your goddamn face again so I can...-!

[He stares at the PDA like this for a few seconds. ...After his little tantrum, he feels a lot better. His anger assuaged, Kiriko gulps back a few deep, angry breaths, and sighs, dropping his arms to his sides.]

Kgh... Never goddamn mind. The next time I see you... I swear... I swear, I'll...

[But hardly a violent person, he can't seem to finish the threat. Still a little depressed, he just looks to the ground and then to the PDA one last time, and reaches over to shut it off.]

[Hello Nesreca, your (other) derp is back!

The device clicks on in the odd position it fell in, showing the stirring Exorcist. Alma pushes himself up on his elbows and pauses. He rubs at his forehead and his eyes, although he doesn't seem to notice the caked blood trailing from his ears down his neck--the only outward signs of Wisely's attack.

Foggy and slow, Alma eventually sits up all the way and looks down at the device's screen, realizing it's on.] Ah...

This place again, huh?

[He rubs at one of his cheeks with a cheesy grin over his anxiety.] The anklet's new. Anything else change while I was out?