You and your boyfriend, Pest, had just escaped the so-called infinite elevator, and are probably being actively pursued by those ‘elevator figures’ that crazy, paranoid hairball was rambling about. What was her name? Bive? Doesn’t matter. Anyway, you and Pest were walking on the sidewalk on a stormy night, as you two were seeking refuge, or just somewhere to shelter from the rain.

Pest held your hand with a tight grasp; he obviously had his guard up. His mandibles chittered in a bored way.