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[Hello network! Meet Murphy.

[Murphy does not sound happy, either. In fact, he's the very opposite of happy. Because at some point in his temporary freedom, he was pretty sure that he finally had things all sorted out. That was before he became an unwilling passenger aboard a spaceship seemingly headed to no determined destination. Out of the frying pan and into the furnace, as the saying goes. It's an idiom that couldn't be any more appropriate than it rings now.]

"Guess no one was kiddin' about all that crazy stuff that happens here, huh?"

[He tries to hide it in his voice, but Murphy is also sounding mildly alarmed when he speaks. Thus, he doesn't waste any more time:]

"Anyway, I actually wanted to, uh..." [Pause.] "Well, some birds just flew outta my locker, about an hour ago." [Wasn't expecting that. Scared the hell out of him, too... but he's not going to mention that part. He had spent most of that hour trying to look for them before he decided that MAYBE accessing his comm device would be more productive.] "They're just blue birds -- and they're small -- and I don't think they'll survive out here on their own."

[It was one thing when he set them free in a town. This place is different. He won't bother in asking how they even got here. After all the crazy shit he'd been through in Silent Hill and with the fear gas stuff that went down -- he's learned to just roll with it for now. Fortunately, he's well passed that stage of having another meltdown.]

"Just... If anyone finds 'em, uh... let me know?

"That's all."

[No, Murphy can't see himself caring for a pet. He's never even owned a goldfish at any point in his life. But the prospect of a little bird helplessly starving to death (or worse) in this place legitimately worries him. Yeah, he's a sap like that.]

[In other news! It's taken Murphy some time to figure these communicators out. He's already been way out of touch with the latest and greatest of technology -- even by his own world's standards, let alone an otherworldly one.
[Let's just say for now that he's not a huge fan of cell phones...]

[ private ping to anne cunningham ]
[Oh hell, here we go now:]

"Uh... ma'am..." [Wait.] "I mean, Cunningham. Hey. I just--"

[/so much awkward turtle all up in this]

"How are you holdin' up?"

[...It's strange. Knowing what he knows now, about who Anne is, and everything... Even if he would much rather avoid her at all cost after everything that's happened to them, Murphy also feels almost like he's got a responsibility. Checking up on her every now and then seems to be the least that he could do -- for all that he owes to her father.]