First-Person Sample: [Train had learned to expect the unexpected, for the most part, but this was a bit much. He picked up some sort of communicator. He had no idea if this was a one-way thing or if it broad casted him, but it could help to figure out where he was.]

Can anybody hear me? I'm looking for a guy with green hair, amber eye color, eye patch... He wears a white hat. Or maybe a girl with really long blonde hair and pink eyes?

[He glanced around to take in the scenery. Nothing looked familiar. Train heard a loud growl emit from his stomach.]

There wouldn't happen to be milk here, would there? And any kind of food would be nice too...

Hey, is there any work for a sweeper here?