Lightning flashed.
Thunder crashed.
Rain poured.
Wind roared.

Rachel was curled under a damp cardboard box, shivering. Her jacket, her fur, even her fluffy tail couldn't keep her warm. The wet soaked her to the bone. She hadn't eaten in two days. Life sucked. Boohoo.

But this 'coon wasn't going to let anything get her down.

"...and down came the rain and washed the spider out!" Rachel sang to herself, trying to weather out the weather. Unfortunately, weather was much better at weathering then raccoons. Her stomach growled. She'd even by happy for a spider to eat right about now.

Poking her black nose out from the box, she sniffed around. Even the air smelled wet. This wasn't good.

BOOM!

Rachel heard the thunder coming closer. The storm was getting worse. She had to do something fast. She knew she could....no, she couldn't. Big houses always had nasty security.

She thought of the mansion a mile west of her pathetic cardboard shelter. She'd stared at it for hours at a distance, her hunger growling at her to see if they had snacks. Rachel had been too afraid to try. But now, times were desperate. She had to do something.

----20 minutes later----

Rachel stood outside the metal fence of the mansion. None of the lights were on. It was early in the morning, midnight had come and gone a few hours ago. Even through the rain, Rachel could see just fine, for a raccoon. Her night-vision was very handy indeed.

KACHOW!
BOOOOM!


"EEE!" Rachel squeaked, ducking down and covering her face with her tail. A bolt of lightning had arced down and stuck the mansion. Her sensitive eyes were almost blinded for a few seconds. The boom had scared her. Peeking out from her tail, her eyes reverted back to normal, Rachel heard through the wind, rain, and thunder the sad sound of a stomach churning. She was hungry. Very hungry.

With a chitter, Rachel began. She climbed the fence with ease and raced across the muddy lawn on all fours. Her sensitive front paws felt a curious, almost metallic texture beneath her every so often. Little did she know she was running over the pressure pads, and for some reason didn't trigger.

Within minutes Rachel had reached the building. Scampering up the side of the wall, the raccoon girl climbed up to the second story and peeked inside a window. The room looked like a classroom. Odd. Luckily, it was empty. Using her razor sharp nails, Rachel cut a small hole in the glass and reached inside, unlocking the window. Climbing in, Rachel let out a micro-chitter of relief. Sniffing around, her ears and eyes darting around constantly, Rachel sneaked her way around the building, seeking the a kitchen of some sort. Her muddy paws left tracks on the floor, but Rachel was too hungry to notice.

Finally, she'd found it. The kitchen! The wondrous room full of snacks beyond imagination. Rachel hadn't smelled so much good food in years! Silently, she crept in and began to open each and every cupboard, searching for food. Almost every edible item she came across she either stuffed into her mouth, spilled onto the counter, and jammed into a pouch or a pocket.

Amber hadn't meat to get caught out in the rain, honest. The night had simply started out so nicely that she had to go out and experience the city. It had started out warm and muggy and if it had been overcast to start with, it most certainly hadn't been raining. The warm dark night had called to her, beckining her to enter its loving and mysterious embrace and it had been a call that she simply had not been able to refuse. So, after getting some food at Sanctaury after she returned home, she had put on her robes and walked outside, taking the bus to one of the more secluded areas of the city.

The problem, of course, was that she had decided to transform into one of her dinosaur forms, the Compsognathus, in order to practice its uses. It was the only form she could really change into to practice in the city because it was the only form small enough to remain unseen and unnoticed. Stealth and hunting were the projects of the day (or night). Unfortunately, the area Amber chose was not very close to her home in Sanctuary, though it was close to The Mansion.

Amber's Compsognathus form was the only one that was really appropriate to experiment with in the city itself, being small enough to remain mostly unnoticed in the middle of the dark night. Besides, it was her stealth that she wanted to work on anyway. The experience of almost being eaten by a giant mutant worm was enough to show her that being noticed was most definately a bad thing. Stashing her black robes in a corner, she changed without issue, the change itself having become almost second nature. Once chained, the first couple of hours were just about as perfect as a couple of hours could be and she spent them running around, hunting small bugs and mice while remaining mostly unseen. Unfortunately, she was so engrossed in her activities that she didn't notice when the clouds began to turn ominous and didn't hear the first couple of peals of thunder.

The storm, to Amber's admittadly somewhat skewed perceptions, appeared to come out of nowhere. One minute she was happily stalking a lone mouse and the next it was poring out rain. A flash of lightening flashed, followed by a loud peal of thunder. It was in that moment that she realized that this was not a place for a tiny dinosaur to be, not in that kind of rain or weather. It didn't take long for her to find her little pile of robes, now sadly sopping wet, but that's where her next problem emerged. The thunder, lightning and mass amounts of rain, prevented Amber from generating the calm that she so dearly needed to change back to her human form. It seemed that, for the forseeable future, she was stuck as a chicken sized dinosaur.

The first thing that Amber realized was that she needed to find shelter and the closest place with safe shelter she was aware of was The Mansion. Much to her relief she wasn't far from the Mansion and, fighting through the rain and wind, made her way in that direction. She got to the Mansion gates, however, just as she spotted a strange figure that looked vageuly inhuman (from her slanted perception near the ground and hampered by the rain). The figure proceeded to climb up a wall and into the mansion. Only people that didn't belong in the Mansion bothered to climb up walls and break in.

Slipping between the bars of the gate, Amber knew that the only thing she could possibly do was follow. Unfortunately following wasn't so easy when you were the size of a chicken and weren't able to climb walls. However, she had an advantage over the thief (because he/she must be a theif if he/she was breaking in) in that she actually belonged to the Mansion, more or less anyway. With that in mind, she ran up to the door and began scratching at it, hoping that someone would answer and let her in. Then she'd figure out how to tell them they had a thief.

Aleksandr couldn't sleep. On top of all the noise the rain was making as it bounced off the various surfaces of the Mansion grounds, and the occasional booming of the thunder that grew more numerous as the storm got closer, the vibrations caused by such thunder were effectively tickling up and down the length of his body every few minutes. Without the necessity for or ability to sleep in a bed, he'd done away with such commodities and has made himself comfortable on the floor of the room he'd claimed.

While the plain rug that covered the floor did well enough to cushion his body and the blankets and pillows he'd piled on top of that added to the plushness, the vibrations still managed to penetrate the layers of soft fabric and run up his exceedingly long spine. It hadn't bothered him at first, but as the storm got closer and the crashing and booming had grown more violent, it had eventually roused him from his sleep end effectively kept him from slipping back into it.

After about a half hour of tossing, turning, and twisting around in his little nest without successfully dozing off again, he decided that he might as well run a few rounds through the Mansion's interior and maybe grab a little snack on the way.

Outside was off limits, not necessarily because of the rain, but because of the temperature. He quite enjoyed sitting out in the rain on a warm Spring or hot Summer day. It did wonders for cleaning and rejuvenating his lovely scales. However, at night the temperature of the rain tended to drop into uncomfortable levels.

Aiming to pass by the kitchen, where any potential snacks that might catch his interest would be, he was sidetracked by a rather unusual scent. Everything smelled wet, for the most part, especially since some kids left their room windows open to enjoy the nice weather and had dozed off before remembering to close them again, but there was something else drifting on the air.

Curiously he flicked his tongue in order to better catch the smell. Apparently the storm had managed to cut the power, further limiting the already dim lighting in the corridors. However, it did help to even further sharpen his sense of smell, since his sight had become so limited.

Something musky and distinctly animal-like, mixed with the smell of wet fur and dirt, and perhaps a faint hint of garbage. It was a rather repulsive scent, but at the same time there was also something very tantalizing about it.

Had some lucky animal managed to wriggle its way into the Mansion and out of the storm while security was momentarily compromised? What a lovely prospect. His mouth began to water at the thought. Maybe he'd find his snack after all. Maybe it could become a regular thing. He could, perhaps, become the Mansion's personal kind of pest control, however unglamorous a job it might be. At least he'd be well supplied with the occasional little treat.

He slowed his pace and lowered his upper body almost to the floor, moving as silently as he was able as he approached the kitchen where the sounds or rummaging were originating from. Peeking around the corner, he first scanned the floor before realizing that the sounds were coming from the cabinets higher up.

Much to his disappointment the source of the racket wasn't an intruding critter, but a noisy mutant. With a small sigh he straightened back up to his rather impressive height and slid a little further into the room. As far as he knew, he wasn't allowed to eat the other residents, no matter how tempting they smelled or how animalistic they appeared. For a moment he merely watched as foodstuffs crashed onto counters and the floor if the greedy individual didn't quite manage to get their hands on them to stuff them into their mouth or into numerous pockets.

And then with a bit of a crackle somewhere and an initially weak and then stronger flickering, any lights that had been left on blinked back to life, signaling the return of the Mansion's power. They must have had a backup generator somewhere in the building for situations such as these. And the occasions where portions of the Mansion got destroyed, which he'd learned about through both the news and a few residents.

"You will miss flavor if you swallow without chewing," he commented, hoping to catch the mutant's attention as his drifted back from the power outage, and hopefully cause her to pause in her rampage through the kitchen. "I do not think Mansion staff will appreciate such a mess."

No power in a school, that wasn’t good, what’s more was it’s a school for mutants. Mutants who if they were up would panic due to no power, the school, didn’t have the best track record so the panic was expected but never appreciated. Sitting up in his room getting his shirt on he talked into his earpiece, ”I understand the power is out, that’s why I’m talking to you now!” Sam said slightly irritated with security at the moment, ”Yes, I know it’s the storm…” he paused to let the man on the other end finish his panicked speech.

Walking out of his room and down the hall Sam spoke quieter, ”Don’t worry I’m going to the front now, just work on getting the power up we are responsible for the kids safety…” he paused and nodded his head as he closed his right eye for a second as he was quickening his pace down the stairs, ”Got it!” Sam said slightly irritated as he walked to the front door and looked through the peephole but saw nothing.

The scratching however was loud enough to be noticed, maybe an unfortunate pet had gotten left outside or maybe it was a familiar shifter that decided not to pull an all nighter when the rain came. Not thinking much on the subject Sam opened the door and looked down to see whom the culprit was. As he turned the knob the light to the mansions front door came on. ”Power is back on!” Sam said with a satisfied nod before looking upon the little critter that was before him. Clicking his earpiece the mansion security notified him that he could get some sleep now that everything was fixed.

Smiling now that he didn’t have to deal with them anymore than he had to he looked to the small reptile looking dinosaur, ”A bit late to be out don’t you think?” Sam asked not really shocked or surprised at the critter before him. ”A reason you this late?” Sam asked curiously.

Due to the storm Kyle was stuck patroling indoors. As one of the school's nightguards he took full advantage of his inability to sleep and roamed the grounds and halls. As he walked the halls an enormous boom filled the air and shook the windows. It also took out the power. Bother.

Kyle heard one of the kids start screaming and he quickly found her and attempted to calm her. He only managed to calm her down when the power came back on and her nightlight lit up. Just as Kyle managed to get her back into bead they faintly heard the front door opening and the sound of voices. He told the little girl to stay in bed and went to investigate.

What he saw when he rounded the corner was surprising. He saw Sam talking to a small soaking wet dinosaur. Seeing that Sam seemed to be familiar with the dinosaur Kyle ducked into a nearby bathroom and grabbed a towel of the rack. Towel in hand he head back into the hallway. "Hey Sam, here!" Kyle called as he held the towel out for him. "And who's this? Is it one of ours?" Kyle thought he'd have noticed a small dinosaur running around the place but since he often wasn't around during the days it was entirely possible that he'd missed it.

Normally, Rachel would have both heard and smelled the snake-man coming. Her hunger, however, was overriding any other thought in her raccoon mind, and was too busy stuffing herself full of snacks to notice Aleksandr.

The lights came back on, and the snake-man spoke.

"You will miss flavor if you swallow without chewing."

SLAM

Rachel instantly reacted, her raccoon instincts going bezerk! Lights, predator, lights, she'd been caught, predator, run away run away run away! Because she was temporarily blinded by the sudden lights and her body reacted before her confused, panicked mind could plan what to do, Rachel simply spazamed to the right and slammed into the wall.

"EEERK! ERRRK! SORRSORRYSORRYDON'TEATME! EEEERK! EEEERK! DON'TEATMEDON'TEATME DON'T EAT MEEEEEE!" Rachel freaked out, darting back and forth between the stove, fridge, and cupboards, not taking time to actually find a way out. Her raccoon eyes shined with fear, and after tripping over a half-eaten granola bar, she simply scrambled up and jumped onto the kitchen fan. Her body quivered with terror, chitting with her razor sharp teeth. Her busy tail curled up around her waist.

Amber was so very happy that someone answered the door and let her in that she skittered inside and, for a moment, couldn't do anything else aside from stand there as her wet feathers dripped water onto the floor. Not only was it dry inside but it was also warm, two qualities that one didn't fully appreciate until they were barred. She might have been warm blooded even in her dinosaur form, but she was learning that, apparently, she experienced cold a little more keenly than she did in her human form.

Finally recovering from her long trek outside in the wet cold weather, she chirped her thanks up at her savior. At least this time she didn't really have to worry about the fact that she had been caught since that was the whole idea anyway. Since she didn't live at the Mansion she didn't even have to worry about breaking curfew since she didn't really have one. That thought reminded her of the figure she had seen breaking into the Mansion and she tried to figure out how in the world she was going to get across that fact. Not having human vocal chords was a pain in the but sometimes.

Amber hopped and pointed frantically up in the direction that she had seen the figure enter the Mansion. She chirped and gestured, trying to get the man to pay attention. At that moment a second man walked in on them as well, and Amber proceeded to chirp at him also. She ran in the direction she had seen the figure and ran back, gesturing again for the two of them to follow.

Aleksandr hadn't received such a violent reaction upon being seen in a very long time. The sudden outburst caught him a bit by surprise as the young woman screeched and squealed and screamed at him as she scrambled around, presumably for either an exit or someplace to hide. His posture became much less relaxed as the furred little body scrambled here and there.

His muscles tensed and his tail curled in tight beneath him in a natural preparation for either a fight or a quick getaway. From the looks of things, though, neither option would really be necessary. However, the erratic movements and the rather animal-like chittering, squealing sounds that were issuing from the odd individual were highly exciting.

From what he could see between the flashes of movement the frantic mutant was making, she appeared to be something similar to a Raccoon. At least, he hoped that was the correct animal. They weren't found in places like Russia, so he was a little vague on the details. In any case, it was something mammalian from the look and sound of her, and potentially edible to a carnivore like him.

Of course, he wouldn't make any attempts to eat her. If her frantic demands against such actions weren't enough, the Mansion had a strict rule against residents cannibalizing each other. What a shame. She certainly was stroking his predatory instincts just the right way. However, he could be perfectly civil and attempt to calm the young woman down. She might have a stroke or something otherwise.

"Please, please! No one is to be eating you! Please calm down!" he called, attempting to be heard over all the noise she was making as she scrambled around, still chittering, and finally came to rest atop a fan, shaking rather violently.

He left his tail curled as it was, though his upper body relaxed a little more. If he didn't stretch out too much, perhaps he could appear a little smaller and therefore less threatening. "You have made quite a mess. You are, perhaps, not living in Mansion?" he questioned, taking both her actions and appearance into account. Residents didn't just trash the kitchen for no reason. And the raccoon girl was soaking wet and somewhat dirty, meaning she had likely been outside before making her way to the kitchen.

"Please, you will come down from kitchen fan? I am not going to bite. You have my promise." He gave her a smile, hoping to encourage the action he was seeking. And perhaps a little more, "If you are calm, we may find more proper snack for you. We may even prepare something for a meal, instead of raw things from cabinets."

The little Dino looking thing didn’t really give him the response he was looking for, instead it chirped and squeaked, before he could ask or tell her to slow down he heard his name being called and in reaction to see something flying in his direction he turned his head out of the way and outstretched his hand forward catching the towel, ”Evening, err morning Kyle and thanks!” Turning his attention to the smaller reptile Sam offered the towel to the soaking wet creature before he realized that it was directing his attention in a direction or at least that was what he thought it was trying to do.

He looked back to Kyle and shrugged, ”That is my guess, first time I did ever see a dinosaur on the grounds.” looking back to the reptile as it now was attempting wave him in a direction it continued to hop and wave it’s arms about. ”What’s wrong?” Sam asked curiously as he looked to the critter, ”Timmy fall down the well?” before he could get a proper response it was off running to the stairs but not going up them.

Towel in hand Sam took a few steps towards the dinosaur that was trying to lead them somewhere but before he was behind the reptile he heard some commotion coming from the kitchen. They weren’t right next to the kitchen but the sound was loud enough to travel down the hallway to where the three of them were.

Looking to Kyle then to the dinosaur who was next to him then back to Kyle he asked, ”Came from the kitchen… did you see anyone else out of bed?” he asked the hall monitor before tossing him towel he got a few seconds ago, ”I’ll go check it out, Kyle if you could find out what this friend of ours is trying to tell us, and when you find out let me know!” with that he gave them both a nod and walked fairly quickly down to the kitchen where the commotion was coming from.

As he approached the kitchen he slowed his pace his attention focusing on the floor first to where he saw the body of a coiled snake then his attention traveled upward to the counters and the lower limb of someone he had never seen before hanging on the ceiling fan. He was just glad that he had it bolted in and reinforced a week before.

”This early in the morning isn’t really the best time to try my patience!” Sam said as he looked from one sort of familiar resident to one he had never seen before. He looked to the raccoon looking person hanging from the ceiling fan and then pointed at her then the floor, ”Down!” Sam said as he then looked to the half snake looking mutant, ”Care to explain to me why the kitchen looks like this?” his tone becoming less harsh as the longer he was in the kitchen.

Just as Kyle handed over the towel the small dinosaur started gesticulating wildly to get their attention. It seemed to be indicateting that they should follow it, or that something had happened. Unsure of exactly what it wanted Kyle let Sam try to figure it out.

Just as Sam moved to follow the sopping wet dinosaur they were distracted by noises coming from in the kitchen, or near it at least. "One kid freaked out when the power cut but I haven't seen anyone else out of their rooms." Although whatever or whoever was in the kitchen almost certainly shouldn't be, especially given the amount of noise they were making.

Taking the towel back from Sam Kyle moved towards the tiny saurian. Unfolding the huge towel as he approached he started talking."Here, let's get you dried off. Hey, do you know what's going on in there?" He used his head to gesture towards the kitchen as Sam headed towards it. "Is that what you're trying to tell us?" Kyle had another thought and so, assuming the creature was a mutant asked, "And, are you always a dinosaur?" Kyle asked this last one as he wondered if the dinosaur could turn into a human, why didn't it?

Sam's voice echoed down the corridor as he demanded someone get 'down' and aked what was going on. Seeing as Sam seemed to have things under control Kyle focused fully on draping the huge towel over the small dinosaur to try to dry it off.

"Down!"

Uh oh! Another angry person! Rachel didn't move at first, her nose twitching. This new person didn't smell like a predator. He DID sound angry.

Havetogetouthavetogetoutwno'tbeeatenwon'tbeeatenhavegottogetout

Rachel's partially raccoon mind was still going crazy. More crazy then usual that was. Rachel's beady eyes darted around, searching for an exit. She saw it, and took it.

"CHIKACHIKA!

Rachel leaped off the fan, over the snake man, under and through the legs of Cold Steel, ran to her right on all fours for an instant then saw...saw....saw...

DINOSAUR?!?!

"EEERK!" Rachel chittered and again her instincts made her spazam to the right with another leap. However, this time she jumped over a flight of stairs...going down.

BUMP
"EEE"
BAMP
"EERK!"
DUMP
"ACRK!"
DAMP
"URK!"
BAM-BAM-BOOM-BOOM-CRASH
"Uuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrr...."

Rachel fell down the stairs, twisting, turning, flopping around like a rag doll. At the bottom of the stairs was a small table with a nice vase on top of it, a somewhat cheesy arrangement of daffodils and tulips inside. After her ungraceful decent, Rachel somersaulted a few times before crashing into said table. She stopped against the wall, backwards, upside down, her feet over her head, her bushy tail askew to the right, and her raccoon eyes boggled. Rachel wasn't going anywhere soon.

Something told Amber that the loud bangs coming from the kitchen had something to do with the mysterious trespasser that she had seen breaking into the Mansion. Maybe if she had actually been able to speak rather than just chirp and hop she might have been able to get everyone there soon enough to prevent whatever damage had just occurred (because noises like that meant damage had to have occurred). Oh well, its not like they could really blame her. She had tried her best.

Chirping her understanding as the first man left to investigate the kitchen, Amber turned to the second man and prepared to lead him to where she saw the trespasser enter.

To the man's first question, Amber chirped indifferently. No, she really didn't know what was going on there. To the second question she nodded. It was, in a manner of speaking, what she was trying to tell them. To the third question she shook her head. No, she wasn't always a dinosaur but in times of excitement she simply hadn't quite figured out how to change back. Once the trespasser's evil deeds had been stopped, then she'd be calm enough to change back, but probably not a moment before then.

Suddenly a figure came tumbling down the stairs on the other side of Amber, twisting and hurtling towards its doom before crashing onto the floor far below. With a curious chirp (despite everything she was still curious) Amber hopped to the edge of the stairwell and looked down, spotting a very furry and very dirty...raccoon girl? Her sensitive nose crinkled at the unpleasant smell.

Aleksandr turned to see who was addressing him as another voice spoke up over the noisy chittering of the raccoon girl. He'd been wondering how many other residents would be drawn to the kitchen by all the racket, though the numbers were surprisingly few thus far. "Dobriy vecher,*" he greeted, giving an amiable smile to the young man that had entered despite the rather unfriendly tone in his voice as he questioned the mess.

With an arched brow, the snake man turned to survey the damage once more, as if contemplating the young man's question. "There is no attempt to test patience," he replied, looking back to the other Mansion resident. If he remembered correctly, it was the man that was in charge of everything around the building, including the X-Men. He was also the one that had a mutation dealing with ice, if memory served right. Aleksandr hadn't been too keen on meeting the individual because of this. Cold and reptiles didn't go very well together.

"I find this lovely young lady raiding cabinets for midnight snack," he offered, attempting to give some kind of explanation as well as wriggle out of any blame that might have been laid upon him. But before he could continue to recap the situation for the ice manipulator, the raccoon lady bolted.

The snake man ducked a little as the furred body sailed over him and out into the hallway. Almost immediately he followed after her both in predatory excitement and curiosity. There was also the issue of trespassing. If the girl belonged in the Mansion, she wouldn't have bolted like she had when the well-known Mansion head addressed her.

He was, however, forced to skid to a top when two bodies obstructed his way, not wishing to barrel into them. With his weight, he'd likely damage them more than he'd damage himself in such a collision. He managed to stop in time, though his tail was a little tangled for it. The other animal mutant, however, seemed to have taken a wrong turn.

"I do not think it was meant for you to go so far down," he commented lightly as he peered down the stairs to the body crumpled at their base. He didn't follow her path. While he could travel up and down stairs, they were not the most comfortable surfaces to move his body across, and as such he tended to avoid them if possible. "Looks like our little miscreant has finally come to stop. I believe she was escaping from storm. We can perhaps allow her to stay until rain is gone?"
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*Good evening

It didn’t take long for the situation to turn bad to worse, the second he entered and raised his voice the raccoon looking female let out a few raccoon sounds then bolted under his legs trying to flee the scene. The snake-human hybrid explained the situation and immediately Sam’s gaze lightened up. She was hungry and seeing as it was the first time he had ever seen the girl he was guessing she was new in town and new to the mansion. What he couldn’t condone was the mess she created in the process of trying to get a full stomach.

A moment later the snake boy slithered past him and followed the raccoon girl down the hallway to where he left Kyle and the little Dinosaur. He sighed and rolled his eye and turned to run after them he was getting tired of the chaos and wanted a bit more order this late in the night. ”Kyle! Coming your way!” Sam called out to his hired hand not really caring at this point that he might indeed wake one or two more people up, if the banging and noise coming from the kitchen and now down the hallway.

The sound of the raccoon girl in panic mode echoed down the hallway as he approached the stairs and the main entrance he looked to Kyle then the Dinosaur then the snake-guy. He blinked and turned his attention to the basement stairs and saw the body of the raccoon girl lying at the bottom of them. Her eyes were wide and he looked to Kyle, ”You have a flashlight?” he asked making it sound more a demand than anything else. Running down the stairs now he placed himself next to the girl and he did his best to check for concussions.

Really who left the door to the basement open, then again the basement door to the stairs was really only used for power outages… he blinked for a second and remembered what had occurred not long before meeting the dinosaur at the front door, ”Touché mansion…” Sam said as he leaned over the girl and silently agreed to the snake boy’s question before looking up the stares, ”She’ll be staying as long as she wants granted she doesn’t make the kitchen a mess every time she goes for a snack.” he tapped his ear once and contacted security, ”Wake up Doc, I think we might have someone with a concussion."

As Kyle was drying the dinosaur he heard Sam shout that something was coming his way. Looking up Kyle saw an odd looking human-raccoon hybrid being chased by a snake-human hybrid. This was odd enough as it was but the raccoon girl seemed to be in a panic and only freaked out worse when she saw the small dinosaur next to him.

Kyle winced as the girl fell down the stairs making a horrible ruckus as she crashed at the bottom. The dinosaur leaped out from the towel which fluttered to the floor and reached the top of the stairs just before the snake-man did. Kyle missed what the snake-man said but he heard Sam call for a flashlight as he barreled past. Deciding to go one step further Kyle quickly made his way down the stairs and found the light-switch, flicking it and bathing the room in a dull fluorescent glow.

Crouching down beside Sam he heard him call for the other security guards to wake up the doctor. "Do you think we should try and move her upstairs or leave her here till the doc gets here?" He asked Sam, before turning his head to top of the stairs. "And can someone get the towel I dropped up there? This poor girl is sopping wet!" It was true, the girl was drenched. It appeared she'd been out in the storm and sought food and shelter in the mansion, although the way the others were talking about her made him think she didn't ask first.