outside.md

You somehow managed to escape from the hot, gooey coffin. You sit on a nearby hill, staring at the gelatinous glob you used to call your home. After pondering momentarily about your own personal fate while staring into the tall, sugary flames, you see a small child run across the large field next door. What do you do?

Shout "Hey you!"?

Do nothing, you look at your shoes?

Look for the child's parents?