Enter Gregor...


Gregor had to act fast. These strange men were in the Underland. Who knew what they might do? Expose the Underlanders, sell the bats and rats and mice to reaserch facilities and zoos. Not good. Not good...

He had no choice but to follow them down as soon as he could. Should he tell his parents? No, a note would be better. He dashed up the stairs and into their apartment. He grabbed up their crowbar (he needed something to defend himself with, even though being a rager probably wouldn't be great helpif he had to fight the man called Butler) and hurriedly scribbled a note on the cover of an outdated magazine.

Underland in danger. Have to help. Love Gregor.

He didn't bother being quiet sprinting down the steps toward the laundry room grate in the basement and prayed that he wasn't too late. Gregor was positive that they meant no good, and was pretty sure that the big man would have at least a gun on him, probably more than one. Oh, this was so not good...

The grate was flapping open, the thin mist of the currents gently wafting out. Gregor stopped to wonder how the larger of the duo had fit himself through the opening as he eased himself into the grate, beginning to make his slow descent. It was as if nature could sense his urgency, and wanted to hinder his progress as much as possible. He sighed as he floated downward, hoping for the best, fearing for the worst.

When he finally landed gently on the ground, Gregor found no sign of the intruders, or any life form for that matter. The last time he'd made the drop alone, he'd been picked up by the crwalers, who lead him through a winding maze of caves and into Regalia. Even though he could see by echolocation, he was still completely and hopelessly lost. He sighed, and began to wander through the tunnels, hoping desperately for someone or something to locate him.

Time was of the essence, and here he was, wandering hopelessly through a tangled maze of caves, making little to no progress.