[12:41 P.M, Ontario, Canada, You are dawn]

You are up in the canopy part of a tree, playing with a few squirrels, when a beetle slowly flies onto your shoulder, buzzing in a pattern that you can understand, the beetle saying some flirty phrase, then ending it with "from scott". The beetle flies away, leaving you flustered. Then a sudden shake comes from the bottom of the tree, it's scott. ‘Ey pixie, whatcha doin?’ He says, avoiding the message he sent to you through a beetle.