Trevor tumbled end over end like a bowling ball rolling down an aisle.

     Trevor looked ahead of him to see what he tumbled toward.

     Oh boy.

     What he saw were dreams and nightmares from hundreds of different species.

     Trevor saw writhing serpents and winged, snapping cats, things that growled and things that grinned, and there were so many of them they made a slithering mass with fangs and claws...

     and Trevor came right at it.

     I should have stayed in jail, he thought.

     Before he even got to the mass, though, six fishfaces flew at him clutching clubs in each of their four fists.

     Hmm, Trevor thought. I could really use some help right about now. 

     Where are the others?

     Where was anybody? 

     "Help!"

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