"What the hell..." From his perch on the roof of one of the many buildings in Main Street USA, Sam had a perfect angle to observe the red firework light up the sky and spread to cover the park in it's red walls. He had just begun live-streaming some establishing shots, but this was more then he ever could of hoped for. Quickly pivoting the camcorder he had set up, Sam made sure he caught all the action, only zooming out once the guy who set down a box walked away. Finally, some actual proof of what's going on around here! Sam smirked to himself, then said out-loud in his stage voice: "There you have it people, indistinguishable video evidence of something str.." He stopped when he noticed a blinking notification on the computer he was using to project the live-stream; it notified him that the connection was cut. Sighing, Sam face palmed briefly before starting to pack up his gear, leaving behind the tripod and computer in his hiding place, not seeing any need for them yet. It's all right, you still have the physical copy on the camera, you just need to find a way to get it out. After making sure the camera was still recording, which it was, Sam dismounted from the roof and started heading towards the the box, figuring that would be the next place to investigate. When Sam found the letter inside he held it in-front of the camera and read it out-loud. After he finished it he laughed slightly to himself at the ridiculousness of how it sounded and got his pen, signing his screen name "C-Well" in the blank after "Dear ____". As per standards of whenever he showed his face on camera, Sam pulled his keffiyeh so it was covering his mouth and nose, and his tinted air-soft goggles down over is glasses before turning the camera so it faced him. "Well it looks like I'm going on an actual adventure folks.."<br/><br/>Not soon after, Sam found himself crouch-walking up the stairs of the escalator at the Transit Authority ride, not wanting to take any risks. Once he was near the top Sam popped his head up for half a second to quickly survey the area, then ducked back down. The group waiting above looked like normal people, maybe. Sighing, Sam stood up and put the hand that wasn't holding the camcorder out, palm forward. "Friendly!" he called out, not wanting to get blown away from the laser he saw the box-guy fire earlier.