[Wednesday: Video of Panic]

[catchingflies]

[The camera, when the feed starts, is not actually on Todd's face. It is, instead, crazily lurching around at the foliage, with occasional glimpses of a hand, the sleeve attached to it, and a futuristic sort of piece of technology gripped in that hand. Todd is apparently running-- or, more appropriately, bounding-- when he turns this feed on. Hope nobody gets motion-sick from visual cues.]

Uh, anybody in the camp right now?

[He sounds a little out of breath and squeaky, but not too badly.]

Because, uh, I'm on my way and I kinda need some help!

[There's a feline-eqsue roar from somewhere in the background behind him.]

Have some guns or somethin' handy!

[And then the feed cuts out.]

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[catchingflies]

[He looks skeptical for a minute. But then he just goes with it.]

Deal. And I'll be back once yer all better'n stuff. Then you can keep me away from all the giant cat-monster things all by yerself. Okay?

[cantcatchme]

Yup. Deal. Now stop getting into trouble!

[Pietro gives Todd a mock-salute as a farewell.]

[catchingflies]

Yeah, yeah.

[Todd flaps his hand at Pietro, apparently much calmer now, and flicks the screen off.

Notice how he didn't make any promises there, Pietro?]