[ It's late. Remarkably late. But, Rebecca's using the simulation room, and...well, she doesn't seem happy about whatever she's seeing. For one, she's...talking to it.

A person. A man, the same age as her. He stands stoically. She...looks at the floor, voice shaking. ]

This is...a long overdue conversation, I think. I- I hope...it's one I've had, that I don't remember, but--honestly, I know it's not likely.

[ A sniff. She's been trying to prepare for this, for a week, but it's still not going to be easy. ]

I know you c- can't really hear me, you're not...here, but...listen...alright?

[ One hand raises, to cup the illusion's face. Rebecca's caught in her own world, ignorant of anyone who could intrude. ]