Midna is disoriented, covered in goop, and not in the best of moods. Chosen? Great Purpose? She was just getting to that purpose -- freeing her realm once and for all of that accursed usurper, Zant! And why was she here alone?

Midna looked around for a sign of her companion; he had to be here somewhere. When she didn't spot him immediately, she dove into one of the shadows cast across the unearthly cavern, shedding the slime that covered her on the surface of the floor before she re-emerged. Not any better-informed, but clean at least.

She hovered slowly towards what she hoped was the right direction. Right direction for what, she had no idea.