[And so Max stood there in the wooded thicket, listening to the silence brought on by his thrashing and wanton destruction. He could still feel the hair on the back of his neck raised, and he could still feel the angry tears in his eyes, but he really didn’t know what to do or where to go. He ran away, and he was never going back. Absently, he looked out back towards his neighborhood, but his eyes were drawn instead to a shop. A familiar shop that he could have sworn he’d gone in before. He burst through the bushes and romped on over, peering into the window, his warm breath fogging up the glass. Then, he moves to the door and swings it open, trumping right on in with his head turned down, his hands like claws. Scary, right? He looked up then and gasped.]

Mister? Hello?

[It seemed natural for him to call out to the man he thought had run the shop, but he got no answer as he stepped out onto the plane, gazing around with curiosity and confusion, but mostly apprehension.]

Hey Mister, are you there?

Anyone?