[ The next message is broken up a little by loud, staticky buffets, as though of wind, though the endless night is still. ]

I'm coming right over! I'm on my way!

[ And Pudding is shouting to be heard from some feet from her tablet, and the sounds of footfalls on hard earth follow. ]

I'm okay - I'm -

[ Surviving is the word for it. ]

Everything's... h-hang on I'm almost there!