[Some clicking and shuffling noises can be heard before Leopold starts speaking. He sounds as haggard as everyone else, and his voice is more than a little strained.]

I believe I am doing this correctly. It is a strange device, and one I would like to examine further. Is it some sort of telegraph?

[Leopold clears his throat, remembering that he’s supposed to be speaking to Sam about Sam.]

I am as well as could be expected, thanks to your ministrations. The wound remains, which has convinced me against my will of the nightmare we shared.

You sound tired. I hope you are not unwell. I regret not being of more use during the…encounter.

[Leopold stops awkwardly, uncharacteristically unable to think of anything reassuring or at least polite to add. He has been deeply shaken by this series of events, and the wound is causing him more pain that he wants to admit.]