He sat on a hillside, drawing a map. The sunset was falling over the horizon. It was getting late. A number of small birds kept him company.

Mika: "Oh, it's getting dark. Sorry, birdies, it's time for me to go. I have to get back to my brother. I'll finish mapping the area tomorrow if Klee doesn't blow anything up." He stands up, stretching. He lets out a yawn and packs up his supplies, ready to make his way back to the city.