[ A glimpse of something--someone from above but just at once it's gone, scurrying wherever, making no noise.

There's a teenager, though, with blonde hair and clothes that fit the early 2000's more than anything. ]

Your voice carries loudly, bro. You're lucky it's not night yet.

[ There's a brief, crooked smile--an oddly sympathetic one--and he hops down from where he was balancing on a toy horse for a few moments, and offers to help the other down. ]

It's OK if you don't remember how you got here. I don't, either, and I've been here for...uuh.. well, a while. Heya.