[The telltale howling of a blizzard blasts through Sunao's frequency. Eventually one can make out a deep, hoarse sounding voice, speaking in a dazed way.]
...should've been there by now. It isn't far, it really isn't that far. Shouldn't there be smoke? If I can see and smell that...
It's all white. Like the snow, so it won't help. Why can't I
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