Good morning. This is Lyla. I require assistance, please.
Something has happened to Miguel, in the same way as he was turned female six months, one week and four days ago. He is now much younger than he was yesterday; I would estimate his age to be between six years, seven months and seven years, one month. He is too small to be wearing his watch, and has not taken his phone with him, so I am unable to locate him. He is also too small to be wandering an unknown space station on his own, so I must ask for assistance.
He looks like this at the moment.
[Animated picture of a six-year-old boy wearing one of Peter's tee-shirts since it had been lying out on the couch in their living room and a pair of too-big pyjama shorts. He has short dark hair, brown eyes and looks quite scared. He also has a nasty-looking black eye that is about a week old, and a bruise on his upper arm that can be seen when the sleeve of the tee-shirt moves. He manages to operate the lock for the front door of the apartment, looks all round him, and is then gone out into the corridor, closing the door behind him.]