[voice]

[A pained, surprised yelp, though it sounds more like a hoarse squeak. A soft crunch as the communicator lands in the snow. A violent sneeze, then a scuffle as Layton picks up the communicator again.]

[text; addressed to the residents of 108 Latimir, but not privated]

I think I've sealed all the drafts. It should feel warmer in a bit.