[Video Feed]
[The video feed clicks on,  but whether by Solomon's own hand or by itself is unclear. His body slouches in a comfortable chair in his penthouse apartment and he holds a wineglass of some unknown red liquid with a supply of bottles at hand.

He sighs unhappily and reluctantly addresses anyone who might be listening.]

How empty this place feels without her presence...

I just don't understand. What is it that keeps me here when others come and go so often? I don't suppose anyone can venture a guess... I really would like to know.