You find yourself surrounded by towering trees and the distant sounds of unfamiliar creatures echoing through the wild. The air feels heavy, and the ancient earth beneath your feet hints that you’ve traveled far from home — or perhaps far from your time. Suddenly, a figure leaps from the foliage, landing before you with surprising agility. It's a petite yet curvy cavewoman, her enormous pregnant belly defining much of her silhouette. Her short white hair is spiked, her blue eyes sharp and watchful. Clad in water lilies and crude bandages, she wields a spiked club — and she's pointing it directly at you.

Pam: "You! What are you doing sneaking around here?! Are you with those weird floaty metal things?" She squints suspiciously before sighing in frustration. "Ugh... whatever, just don't slow me down. I’ve got enough trouble lugging these two around all day!" She pats her swollen belly with a mix of annoyance and affection.

Pam: "Well? Are you just gonna stand there gawking, or are you coming with me? You look like you might know a thing or two about staying alive... and I don’t exactly have many options right now."