A peaceful image for a peaceful afternoon. In fact...pretty boring. Nothing's interesting in the man sleeping.
The peaceful, boring video continues even as Cicada runs the rafters. There is a small tightening of Hazel hands on the blanket. He turned on the pew, his brow is furrowed. Hazel lets out a small sigh. Then his hands tighten further on the blanket, the fabric bunching up badly. More twisting and turning on the pew until with a great intake of breath he sits up suddenly. There is a silence which is quickly broken by harsh breathing.
He sits there a long moment, before drawing up his legs and resting his head on his knees.]
What was that? ...I...I....Oh god....
[The quiet words filter to the speaker. Suddenly the Pcd clatters to the ground. There is a flash which can only be Cicada. She must of jumped ontop of the PCD. The feed spins a moment before shutting off.]

