They say that our worlds are destroyed, but what of other people? Is it possible that others from our world are brought here?

[He pauses for a short moment, like he's trying to think of how exactly to say this.]

I ask because I am looking for my son Baelfire. He may be going by another name, he may not. He appears to be in his thirties with short graying brown hair. I'm not sure if he's able to here, but when I last saw him, he was wearing a scarf.

If you've seen anyone like that, even if Baelfire isn't his name, please let me know.

[Heather looks sulky and a bit awkward as the feed starts.]

Um, hi people. So, this place is absolute torture.

[She looks down, off screen for a second before turning her gaze back upon the viewers.]

Does anybody know any way to make it more, I dunno, bearable? Like, is there anything to do or something? Anything at all.

[She sighs softly.]

Well, that's all I guess. Please. Anything.