[Kid doesn't like the speech to text function all that much. So here he is, curled up in a corner and looking sleepy thanks to a different cough medication from Watson, on the video feed. He's got scrapes all over his visible skin, plus the bandage over his empty right eye socket. His voice is hoarse and small, likely from frequent coughing.]

Undertaker and I encountered a lot of puddles, as if snow had melted. They seemed to get deeper and deeper, and harder to get out of when stepped into. There was a voice that told us not to look down, but there was no way not to.

When we looked, there was a half-human half-tentacle creature--not under the water but in the reflection. It smiled, then pulled us underwater. It was very difficult to get back to the surface. I only vaguely remember Undertaker pulling me out.

And the water was sharp. It was able to leave cuts everywhere. [Kid shows one hand to the camera screen to illustrate his point: his fingertips are slightly blue from the cold but on his hands are countless tiny scrapes.]

But no prophet or glowing eyes. Nothing of that nature at all.