That trail that we blaze!

_{[For a few agonizing minutes, the only thing that can be seen is static, until the camera finally comes to life with a loud crackling sound. The feed cuts in on a slightly disgruntled, and obviously very drenched Miguel. And by drenched I mean soaked to the very bone. The thundering of violent rain can be heard in the background, and a few blurred drops are staining the camera's lens. There's a small brown, pig-like creature hanging in the crook of Miguel's elbow. The furry little thing seems completely unaffected by the freezing rain]}

Thunderstorm. Need shelter. B-been searching for a while now. C-can't find any.

_{[His voice is a somewhat shaky, probably due to the fact that the rain is about 4 degrees celsius and he's chattering his teeth]}

H-has anybody seen my... _{[A brief moment of hesitation]} ... t-this guy.. Long black hair in a p-ponytail, b-blue shirt... looks grumpy almost a-all the time?

_{[Miguel pulls the furry little pig closer to himself, fidgets a little, then stares awkwardly in the camera before the feed ends. Yes, it still feels kinda awkward speaking to a box]}