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An hour after Frank goes to sleep, he is woken up by — something. A loud noise, most likely. As he sits up in his bed, groggily or instantly alert, he spots a figure in his room. It's a middle-aged woman in a Reverie Terminal jumpsuit, flickering in and out of existence, insubstantial even when she's there. Still, her posture is straight, her shoulders back and head held high. Military, perhaps?

She opens her mouth, looking past Frank. "Be ready to initiate lockdown." Her tone is one of command. The next moment, she's gone. Her voice sounded almost familiar.

If Frank tries to record the vision or snap a picture, he'll need to be quick, but the woman (and her words, in case of video) will show up on the image/video. He isn't imagining things. If he tries to touch her or get her attention somehow, however, his hands will only hit thin air and he won't have any luck getting her to look at him.