Something Phobic
Ed looked at the single camera standing opposite a large steel table. The contents of the room had been completely removed and replaced by furniture that made the room look more than an interrogation chamber than anything else, even though those were removed by Ed's order shortly after they had arrived back in South Africa. The seemed to swallow the table, steel chair, and camera whole as well as Ed, who was standing in the doorway. Ian had told him that he wanted to log all of their experiences from the start to the Fall, and Ed found it amusing. Why, after all these years would the past be relevant to the future? If one thing Ian had taught him could be considered valuable, it was that never to hover in the past. He smirked and moved over to the table, pressed the record button on the camera, then went to sit down. Staring blankly at the camera, he began to smile. ...