Jason hadn’t caught what happened to Nora, he was busy texting Darcy after seeing her tear stained face. He couldn’t help but worry.

‘U ok? Don’t push yourself! Get out if needed. Got a drink waitin for ya.’ 

Was what his txt message said.

[i]”Sorry Nors, I missed it, backing up the camera’s now. See if we caught anything.”[/i] he said into the microphone after switching to Nora and Baxter’s channel. He brought up both their streams and rewound them, going silent as he played them back in slow motion through various filters. 
A shiver pierced his spine as even while slowed down he heard that sound again from before. The same one that ran through that old disconnect phone but now it was in his headphones. 
Something subtle, something soft and barely there, a quiet whisper. It was like a mix of a distant screech crossed with nails being dragged over a chalkboard, or a scowl of a cat, all hidden beneath faint croaky static. 

How could it be here, in this playback at this exact slowed down speed. If he adjusted the nob one way or the other it disappeared. It made no sense. His thoughts were pulled back to the screen.

[i]”Ah, sorry Nors. Got some heavy visual and audio interruption happi... wait... what’s that.”[/i] 
Then there was a ‘Click’. ‘Click’ over the phone as Jason tapped on his keyboard. 
“[i]Oh.[/i]” he whispered in disbelief. 

A moment later his voice came back a little shaken. [i]”As I said, the feed musta dropped out for a second but it somehow imprinted one of you guys in the static, I can see a blurry silhouette but not much else, or is that Connor with you guys? Anyway the weirdest thing is I’ve got this really vague colourless static image but it’s gone and given him red-eye in one of the frames just before you left the room and slammed the door. Fuck, I hope you didn’t leave Connor in there? What are you guys playing at Nors?[/i]”