World Refugees Final Mix

The laptop has been moved since last night. The large black bookbag that Song uses to haul it around can be seen in one corner of the screen, revealing how she's managed to carry it successfully without hands.

Song the deer is pacing in circles, talking as if to herself.

"So. Winter in Bambi's Forest... It's awfully quiet. I mean, there are birds. The crows won't shut up, but there aren't a lot of ground critters around. I saw deer tracks in the snow, but... I'm not sure if I could explain things in a way that would make sense to them. Might scare 'em, too. My bag still smells human."

She goes silent and lifts her head, huge ears flicking back and forth for a moment before she resumes pacing.

"Tried eating bark. It's a pain to chew. Pine needles aren't so bad, but it takes a lot to fill this stomach. I guess I don't have much else to do, though. Eat, sleep, and not die."

She paws at the snow, and dips her head to sniff, but it doesn't look like she really expects to find anything.

"It's lonely here. The universe always has the worst timing for world shifts..."

Finally she looks at the screen, her ears raised up hopefully despite her melancholy tone of voice.

"Anyway. If you're still alive, Josiah, do let us know. Thanks."

The doe steps forward and nudges at the laptop with her nose, shutting off the recording.