[It's the same on his end. He can't smell anything, can't see a whole lot, and it feels like the fog might even be dulling his hearing, so he's stuck up the fog world creek without a paddle. By now, he just wants to find his way back to his room, but clearly that's not happening any time soon.]
Snow. Mine too. [Snow and choppy bits of audio every now and then, just enough that he can't make out what anyone's saying.] Maybe it's something outside. Something in space.
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Snow. Mine too. [Snow and choppy bits of audio every now and then, just enough that he can't make out what anyone's saying.] Maybe it's something outside. Something in space.