Early morning, whether they were still in their quarters or out exploring, Sleepers might be privileged enough to look up toward the highly prismatic ceiling of the Cave. If they did, they would catch sight of what appeared to be a gigantic, mutated bat swooping in and around an area central of the Cave. Those with good eyes (or the foresight to find binoculars) might have noticed that three people were located on top of a tall building nearby, one sitting on the edge while another seemed to be wielding a megaphone.

More than that, they might catch sight of the red-clad figure riding the humongous bat around.

To those who would recognize the voice, Thomas Anselmo found himself yelling over his borrowed megaphone to try and communicate with the daredevil. Calling Thomas irritated or exasperated wouldn’t begin to cover the emotion in his voice. “Dammit, Ryan, get the hell off that thing!”

Over the wind, the whooping, hollering and all the swooping about, Thomas was fairly sure he heard Ryan yell back, “Hell no!” He could easily imagine how LeCourt would have loved to flip him the bird right about now, but even Ryan had enough sense to not risk his grip — falling from this height would not be as “awesome” as continuing to ride a mutant bat. “I am on a bat, motherfucker!”

... then again, it might be in the Sleepers’ best interest to ignore the goings on to deal with their own issues first...