"Roooowe," he hollers down empty hallways, the whine of metal and the din of thunder drowning out his voice. Chipmunks gallop around him to go to work collecting, but he holds out his hand to stop one. Obediently, it does, and crouches down for him.

The man swings one leg over the gargantuan beast and tangles his hands in its fur. Bucking it in the side with his heel, the rodent springs into action again and continues its gallop towards the Pourhouse.

It will take him to where the people are.