[ At first all the video captures is a forehead. Eventually eyebrows come into view as well as his eyes. Finally the bridge of his nose and then it's all of Ichabod's face. Confused and perplexed at what seems to be the cause of all this.
For once it's not the technology that perplexes Ichabod, but the manner in which he was abducted. He has no recollection of being taken and yet--here he is. Intact and thoroughly peeved as to why someone would choose now to snatch him up. His immediate thought is Henry, but taking him right as he discovered the sword would serve no purpose. The sword was most likely with Abbie now. This doesn't appear to be the handiwork of his son or even Abraham. The man was far too crude and blunt to accomplish something like this. This took finesse and time. Magic.
He took shelter in the mansion before him and even scanned the literature left out for him. Wonderland. He's never heard of such a place. Perhaps it's some extension of Purgatory. That would make the most logical sense. Then again very little has made sense for Ichabod as of late. His whole world thrown off caliber.
The device is actually quite familiar. It resembles that of a smart phone. A device Abbie and countless others have taught him to use. It lacks the applications his previous one had. He will forever miss that weather app Abbie put in. He will not miss that mechanical voice that offered no soothing words. She would always be inferior to Yolanda in his eyes. She was much better at listening to one drown their sorrows. ]
Is this--ah yes. It seems to be working indeed. [ He clears his throat and holds his head up high. ] My name is Ichabod Crane. I have come to the conclusion that I no longer reside in Sleepy Hollow. It seems I've been spirited away elsewhere. Wonderland. [ What a silly name. ] I am looking for a woman. A very specific woman. You can address her as Leftenant Abigail Mills. Perhaps simply Abbie. She is--[ He holds up his hand next to him to indicate how tall she is. ]--ye tall. Dark hair. Dark skin. Quite possibly--actually more than likely incredibly irritated by the situation. If you happen to come across please attempt to reach me on my device. We're needed elsewhere and it is not here. Sincerely, Ichabod Crane.
[ He smiles one last time before his feed goes out. ]
Ichabod Crane | Sleepy Hollow
For once it's not the technology that perplexes Ichabod, but the manner in which he was abducted. He has no recollection of being taken and yet--here he is. Intact and thoroughly peeved as to why someone would choose now to snatch him up. His immediate thought is Henry, but taking him right as he discovered the sword would serve no purpose. The sword was most likely with Abbie now. This doesn't appear to be the handiwork of his son or even Abraham. The man was far too crude and blunt to accomplish something like this. This took finesse and time. Magic.
He took shelter in the mansion before him and even scanned the literature left out for him. Wonderland. He's never heard of such a place. Perhaps it's some extension of Purgatory. That would make the most logical sense. Then again very little has made sense for Ichabod as of late. His whole world thrown off caliber.
The device is actually quite familiar. It resembles that of a smart phone. A device Abbie and countless others have taught him to use. It lacks the applications his previous one had. He will forever miss that weather app Abbie put in. He will not miss that mechanical voice that offered no soothing words. She would always be inferior to Yolanda in his eyes. She was much better at listening to one drown their sorrows. ]
Is this--ah yes. It seems to be working indeed. [ He clears his throat and holds his head up high. ] My name is Ichabod Crane. I have come to the conclusion that I no longer reside in Sleepy Hollow. It seems I've been spirited away elsewhere. Wonderland. [ What a silly name. ] I am looking for a woman. A very specific woman. You can address her as Leftenant Abigail Mills. Perhaps simply Abbie. She is--[ He holds up his hand next to him to indicate how tall she is. ]--ye tall. Dark hair. Dark skin. Quite possibly--actually more than likely incredibly irritated by the situation. If you happen to come across please attempt to reach me on my device. We're needed elsewhere and it is not here. Sincerely, Ichabod Crane.
[ He smiles one last time before his feed goes out. ]