World Refugees Final Mix

[There's the sound of wood tapping firmly against plastic, and then a muttered "I think it's working now" can be heard over faint background chatter before Jalen clears his throat. He's obviously annoyed.]

What was that? I'm asleep in my nice warm bed one minute, and the next thing I know, I'm small, wooden, and stuck in an unfamiliar room with talking toys. This form's uncomfortable as well as disturbing, and it doesn't help that I keep getting tangled in my strings. [He sighs, the annoyed tone slipping away.]

Amy, I know you're scared, even if you won't admit it. You're strong, you'll be all right. Just be careful. I'm sorry I haven't posted before now; I had trouble getting this thing to work.

[Jalen falls silent for a moment, then adds,]

I wonder if my form as a marionette has any significance to the current situation. In any case, I'm not amused.
[Recording ends]