[After much difficulty and struggling, Simba has managed to get his PCD out of his little napsack. The angle is all wrong, but he's not trying to move too much since now that he's learned that movement is pain, there isn't much he wants to do but stay still.

Out of the corner of the device is metal, a chain strewn along the grass in one section of the city, and even if its not visible, it's connected to a coil spring trap. Simba sniffles, ears back and trembling as he looks desperately at the camera and tries to form words. His little body is soaked in the rain and it doesn't do much to help his footing in mud and grass.]

I...I got stuck in this thing a-and it won't let me go a-and I'm scared...

It really hurts my leg and it hurts to mo-move and it's cold and wet. I don't know where I am, but I hear something and it's coming closer.

[There is a snap of branches breaking under foot in the distance that the mic picks up and Simba snaps to attention with it, wincing in pain at the instinctual movement and tensing that goes with it, ears perked before they fall back again and he starts to purr in an attempt to comfort himself.] S-somebody! Anybody! Please, help!