[Crichton's face appears on the journal. He's about as ragged looking as he looks in the icon. The background is one of the hotel rooms, with the ocean in the background. Some deep sea critters may swim by every now and then.]

Houston, Houston. Come in Houston, can you read me? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?There we go, greetings from Woodstock, people ( Read more... )

[The recording starts with John, still shirtless, staring down blearily at the journal. His back aches and he has no idea where his clothes went. Oddly enough, where he's currently located is... rather odd. From what can be seen behind him, the flora looks more appropriate for a jungle. He starts talking, but not really to the brook.]

Frell. Where ( Read more... )