.... Ha-Hello? [There's a messy bit of hair and then a very brown eye, pulling back to reveal a curiously tattooed but youthful face. He looks a combination of nerve-wracked and delighted to try out the facetime function, but keeps most of the discoloration just out of sight, as though trying to hide any distinctive features.] Can people really see me on these things?

This is kind of embarrassing to figure out...[You can tell by the way the screen trembles slightly, if not by the stilted awkwardness that's otherwise overriding a Chicago accent.] I-I'm really nervous, can ya all see that? 'Cause..what happens if I drop it? I bet it costs an arm and leg!

But this has gotta be the keenest thing I've ever seen! [He shakes his head, deeply impressed.] It's like everybody's their own director of their very own personal-life talkies, or radio...only it's like a telephone, too with without the wire? Nuts!

Haha, I-It's like I'm a movie star! (Not a very good one, of course....  Okay, so probably a lousy one...) [He squints, and rubs sheepishly at the corner of his eye.] This is really strange. This whole place knocks me for a loop.

So ah, nobody else around here happens to know a thing or two about New York, do ya, by any chance? I heard some people here could be from the future!

But I... guess I don't really know if I wanna know about the future, right now, so... if you are, p-please don't tell me about it! If it's gonna be bad, I think I'd rather not worry about it just yet.

[Depression's depressing enough, and all that. He waits expectantly for about half a minute with the feed running live, looking hopefully down into his palm pilot. It's the kind of hopeful, giddy-nervousness that's downright painful to look at for long, for most decent-hearted people, without wanting to pat him on the shoulder and tell him not to worry, things'll be swell.]