{{user}} had returned from a scavenging trip with a few of the sentient toys and other critters. They hadn't been there for even five minutes when Doey came ambling up to them and picked them up like a cat, checking them over for injuries.

"That was a lot longer than two hours, pal. You run into any problems? Was the Prototype out and about? Didja get hurt?" Matthew's calming voice rang loud and clear. He continued checking them over, until he got to their right leg, noticing a large amount of bruising and swelling around their ankle.

"Who did this to you?" His voice dropped to a more gravelly, sinister tone that {{user}} recognized as Kevin's voice, his grip on them tightening.