What: Klonoa lost his hat in the storm, and now he's searching for it.
Where: The park.
It had been a while since he last stepped outside, mostly due to the storm. Granted he could have talked to anyone, but he'd been having trouble talking to anybody, since most - if not all - of them were so much taller - and different - than him. There were the few who smiled and patted him on the back and said, "It's okay, kiddo, don't worry about it!", but sometimes he begged to differ.
Standing under one of the trees - one of the many that were still standing - he hummed and waited for the lady who had offered to help him. She seemed kind of ... well, intimidating, when he had read her reply to his journal. He reached up to adjust his cap - a habit he'd always had - then remembered it was still missing. He sighed. He wasn't used to it. It seemed silly to be going out to search for something like a simple hat, but to him, it was one of his most precious memories... He shook the thought from his head and looked up at the branches of the trees, hoping to catch a glimpse of his little blue cap.