Mittens wakes up, only to find his situation hasn't gotten any better... He is still cold, alone, and hungry.

 

Three months earlier his personal craft had a few electrical faults and plummetted into this desolate planet.

 

He has been able to barely sustain himself on the minimal rations he could scavange from his wrecked craft. In his search of the area, he has found no trace of any living creature. And is timid about tasting some of the local folliage, as he has never seen anything of its kind in the past, and isn't sure if it is edible or not.

 

Its been three months... SOMEONE should have picked up on my rescue beakon by now...

...Interesting story... *Wonders away in search of dead-person pie...*