"All right, then, hop in," Dreamer said.  He was trying not to smile in too much relief that neither Sherra nor Kitten had commented on the window-smashing-fist incident.  The questions would come once they were away safely, but so far survival was more important for all of them.<br/><br/>He waited for Kitten, Sherra, and Feldana to clamber into the car, then put it into gear and drove down to the ground floor.  He pulled up close to the attendant's stall, far enough away not to blow a tire in the scattered glass.  He took the car out of gear and stepped out, heading for the stall.<br/><br/>"You two unroll the sleeping bag on my backpack," he called back to Sherra.  "And pull the tent ropes out, if you can... we'll use them to tie up our, ah, "kill."<br/><br/>--Now,-- he thought, --as long as this place's owner hadn't been the type to trust a HUMAN to be the attendant.--