[The boy that's on the screen is propped against a stack of mismatched sizes of wood. He looks to be somewhere in his late teens at best, hair all a mess with little beads of sweat forming across his brow.]

Not sure exactly... I woke up in a place not too different from this about three years ago with no memories besides my name. I don't reckon you've heard of the Glades, have you?

[There's a beat before he adds, with a small smile: ]

I'm Newt, by the way.