Swallowed by the sky

[Whimpering in pain and partially from crying, not that anyone could see the tears on his darkened features, Vivi unsteadily forces his way down a hall. His mage's robe is sliced open as he holds it weakly together, blood soaked into the blue material before he stumbles and falls flat on his face in front of a door on the first floor.]

Uhm... M-Mister Ganta? Are you really back?

[Because that would totally be awesome and he just wants to make sure so he can have his short bestie back.]

[A few background noises are heard from Vivi fiddling with the communicator buttons but the video feed won't switch on.]

Oops...H-how did this work again...

[A moment later, the video feed finally springs to life. The picture shifts a bit until it's facing right side up at the mage.]

...I-I think it's okay... But I don't remember how to talk to just one of them...

Uhm, Mister Ganta? Mister Denmark?

It looks like the storm stopped outside and there's still some snow on the ground. D-did you still want to have the snowball fight? And when do you wanna?

...A-and I think I'll try to get a scarf from the closet if what she said was right. Miss-... Oh... I didn't get her name...

[There's an image of the floor, sweeping to the wall then the ceiling, finally settling on a pair of glowing yellow eyes in darkness under the rim of a hat.]

This place... W-where is this place? What am I doing here? ...And w... what is this thing..? Is it a box..?

[He is looking at the strange communicator in his gloved hands, never have seen it before and not knowing it's on, and while he experimentally fiddles with it, a foreign noise sounds from it. The communicator promptly hits the floor and all that can be seen is a stretch of floor and a wall.]

... ...

[A scuffle of shoes is heard off-screen as the black mage kneels down on the floor and a steeple hat slowly appears from the left, followed by bright yellow eyes from within darkness, looking at the communicator hesitantly.]

...H-hello..? Is anyone in...there..?