It's a rainy night with a strong wind. I sleep next to a large garbage dumpster. Despite the rain. Despite the fact that I'm soaking wet. Then Samson wakes me up, making as little noise as possible, which is not his style.
"Filia, most importantly, don't move." He whispers to me.
"Huh?" I ask him, whispering back.
"You've got company."
Indeed, three blue Pikmins were sleeping on my chest. Huddled together, they breathed softly.
"How did they climb on me without me noticing? And, hey, I'm dry!"
"I know. They're blue Pikmins, associated with water. They must have absorbed the wetness from your body."
"No doubt, but..."
"They had to look for a source of warmth, with this execrable weather, and a cozy place to sleep."
I'm looking at the blue Pikmins. They're so cute! I don't want to wake them up.
"I guess you're right."
With that, I went back to sleep. Samson too. When I wake up at sunrise, the Pikmins are not here. They've left.