Woke up in some frozen landscape today. Funny thing is, I''''m stuck in a kid''''s body of all things. One good eye, one empty socket, and a voice in my head that won''''t stop talking. Yeah, you heard that right.The snow''''s everywhere. White as far as I can see, except for these footprint''''s cutting through it all. Someone-or something-left them here. And since I''''m not too keen on becoming another frozen corpse in this wasteland, guess I''''m following them.Not the smartest plan, maybe. But when you''''re alone in a dead world with nothing but a mouthy ghost for company, you take what you can get.