Uh oh.

Text reading "Noarata, Mestneric. 1980" is overlaid on a panel where Ísja and Num are looking up at the sky.
NUM: "This rain might as well be drowning us."
Ísja and Num find a bus stop and sit under its roof. Ísja stays standing and observes the world around him while Num fidgets with his end of the scarf with slumped shoulders.
NUM: "We're lost, aren't we."
Uh oh.
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