"This is my twenty-ninth video. They say I only have to make one hundred. After that, I can go home." She looked down at her hands. Her nails were clean but bitten to the quick. "But the number one hundred wasn't chosen at random. Nothing here is."

"—twenty-nine. This is number twenty-nine. Random. The word for today is 'random.'"

A single frame of static.

And then the video ended.

Then the audio kicked in, lagging and warped, like a radio station from another dimension.

"This is Random," she said, tapping the dinosaur's head. "He's my friend. He doesn't follow patterns either."