The Multiversal Network of The Calling

[Coming on screen is someone who clearly doesn't know how to use a camera, frame a shot, or even speak into one. It's as if he hadn't used a camera phone before, which is accurate. Very accurate. He turns his ears back and squints at it. Oh. It is working. Okay.

The kid, with clear animal features, looks pretty beat up. His clothes are ragged and torn and looks like he hasn't had a good brush through his fur in a while, let alone a proper bath or shower. He doesn't seem to mind too much about that though.]

Hi. Uuh.

I don't know what's goin' on around here, not quite. Not too big a' deal though cos' for far as I can tell it ain't terribly dangerous around here. Better than what I heard about Paragon anyway. Shining city of hope or dreams or whatever, right? Is that the story around here? Cos that's the vibe I'm getting.

Seein' as how going home won't do me any good, any chance anyone'll help me find a place to stay around here? This place is wacky, but pretty mild compared to most alternate realities I've ever heard of. I mean c'mon, for every good reality there's a hundred that suck.

So yeah. Kid lookin' for a place. Not sure if I want... Definitely sure I don't want adult supervision. No thanks.

Oh yeah. Name's Shadow, if you're wonderin' what to call me.

Signing out. [Fumbling with the phone, and blip. It's over.]