nate ruess emerges from his cave deep within the mountains, squinting in the bright sunlight. he’s dirty, his hair is long and unkempt, the fucking mustache is back. lin-manuel miranda throws a piece of plain white bread on the ground, and nate cautiously approaches. lmm, moving very slowly, turns on the microphone he set up on the ground. nate eyes him suspiciously and glances back at his cave. finally, he inches forward and grabs the bread. he lets out one, long, howling “woah”, then quickly turns and crawls back into the darkness.