[phone] [BACKDATED TO SHORTLY AFTER DAY 2]

[lettertomyfutureself]

That definitely wasn't my idea of a good time... and from what I hear, things are only getting worse. Nursing a bullet wound in my shoulder isn't exactly fun, either, but I think I'm gonna be okay.

Locke and I found something. A disc, CD of some kind. I don't have a player, but I'm gonna guess someone out there does. We're gonna need it if we're going to learn what's on this thing.

... Oh, and Locke? Come over. We need to talk. About stuff...

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[lettertomyfutureself]

... Compact Disc Recordable. You use a computer to put files on them, usually music files.

[gandere]

So this thing has music on it? [ Really, that's the best they can uncover... ] What a disappointment.

Oh! But there are people here with computers. [ Who was that nerd she saw once? ] If a computer can put files on them, then a computer can--!!

[ Wait for it: ] Remove files from it too!

[ HER MIND IS SO BLOWN. ]

[lettertomyfutureself]

-Rin, you are...-

Or, or, we can use it to play the audio files, assuming there are any.

[gandere]

[ Oh man, she's getting pumped now. ]

We should listen to it! Come on, let's go find one of those nerds and beat them away from their computer!

[lettertomyfutureself]

You can do the beating. I'm still nursing my shoulder, yeah?

[gandere]

I can always do the beating. You don't worry your head about it!

[lettertomyfutureself]

And this is why we make a good team.