[The recording starts...Ana's fingers obscuring the lens for a few moments as she props it up against a cup on the bedside table. She's dressed in only trousers and a white a-style (aka 'wife-beater') undershirt. Ana's cleaned up. There are a few bruises to her shoulders and the right side of her face. Ana looks thinner and older than she did when she left. Her box of Manhattan stuff in on the bed beside her. A brushy black tail is seen like a shark's dorsal fin as Shyama paces in the room before flopping down on the floor to nap.]
Shyama has found his way back to me. I was out on my usual run, but this time a walk. And he came up to me again. He seems to have been brooding. I guess he learned it from me.
[Ana reaches over and hits a button - Video ends, switches to privately locked mode]