Three-Dee-Biscuit and New-net-the-love cleaned him up pretty good and sat next to him for hours while the crime scene was processed. After perhaps three hours the hallway became ominously quiet. Then a SWAT team came into the hallway and his two new friends ran screaming to the other side of the holding cell where they were promptly employed as human shields by the hardcore criminals.

He heard the cougar scream and the wolf snarl and the ape slather all at once as he dove for the man with the stubby rifle on the other side of the bars. The shot was not loud and his back did not explode out behind him as he expected. The special ops cops aimed at him with their small assault rifles as he tore at and yanked and twisted the bars. Something popped in his hip and something else tore in his upper back. But the bars were giving! Opening!! Creaking!!! Moaning!!!!...soon to give him access to the mean meat-puppets…who were distorting and expanding—the heat shields were malfunctioning—Mother sleep is sneaking up within me…