"Don't have the footage," he mumbles, swiping his free hand across his eyes hard enough to sting. "I--fuck."

He's more accustomed to tapes, but that's no excuse. He knows better. He knows better.

He tries winding back to another point, playing from there. Nothing. Tries a few more times before he lands on some footage that'll run, but it's just an unconscious body lying in bed. Nothing out of place.

"I did something, but there's no...I can't see what happened."