Tarence woke up. Everything was dizzy. He seemed to make out a thin, sleek penguin.

"What?" Tarence slurred sleepily. The penguin instantly appeared frantic. He grabbed a wrench, lifted it, and thrust it down quickly.

Tarence awoke again. He was sleeping next to a small store.

"Huh?" Tarence mumbled. He had a small headache. Tarence got up, and made his way down the streets of Manhattan. Was it all a dream?

Tarence then heard gunshots. He wondered why there would be gunshots in Manhattan. Either way, he was getting out of the way. There was a large sewer manhole not too far. Sure, it would smell, but it was safer than crossfire. He quickly ran to the manhole and lifted it. He went quickly down the ladder to the wide open space. But man, it reeked! It was quite dark. Tarence couldn't find a light switch, so he only stood still.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tarence spotted a small light. That light grew bigger and bigger. Something familiar. Tarence grimaced and braced for impact. A scream was let out, but Tarence realized it wasn't him. A jolt of pain coursed through Tarence's body. A short "Ack!" from Tarence and he fell to the ground; landing on a tiny, hard cube before he started to lose consciousness. As he drifted off, Tarence heard yelling and shouting erupt from calls and screeching, from right above him. He fainted. All was black, until he awoke, his life changed forever.