[It's quite late and all the lights are either dimmed or blown out completely. Someone is fumbling for the communicator, cursing in a colorful variety of German and English. Long, graceful fingers will finally latch onto the object in question and it will soon become apparent that Gellert is...out of sorts. And breathing hard.]

Where's the door? Why is the window there? [Then he falls into his native language, speaking quicker, feverish.] Ich kann nicht einmal eine Wache rufen, um dies auf Rechte zu setzen! Wo würden sie anfangen? Diese Bastarde hätten mich in ein verdammtes Loch werfen sollen! Es wäre besser gewesen.

[Then, suddenly, as if the names occur to him at random.]

Albus? Li?

[New arrival Billy Batson had found his way independently out of the Bay; got his box; listened to the message; picked up some pamphlets and had been making his way to the Commonspace when he'd spied some unusual eggs. Curious, he'd picked one up - and with a burst of smoke it had had an unfortunate side effect. Now he has ended up partially glued to the ground and in his efforts to get up he's managed to get awkwardly stuck at foot, shoulder and cheek - so he was virtually lying on his side, stuck to the pavement. And thus the video is strangely tilted as he'd pulled out the communicator to call for assistance.]

A little help?