Dreamer was relieved to see that the parking attendant had indeed been a furry, and one easy to recognize as such.  None of the rebels would have to come close once they left the garage.<br/><br/>Knowing time was short, he wrenched open the shattered door of the stall with his right arm, ripping the damaged thing right off its hinges.  He dropped the door to the side, careful not to hit Kitten with it as the slim human drew close.<br/><br/>He reached into the stall, grabbed handfuls of the attendant's long hair, and hauled the body out, forcing mostly with his right arm once again.  He dropped the corpse to the ground for a moment, its legs toward Kitten.<br/><br/>He massaged his twitching right arm as he glanced at the station wagon.  Feldana had scrunched down behind the passenger's seat, under the dark blue sleeping bag, and if he wasn't mistaken Sherra, mostly hidden also, was pulling the cords out of his backpack.<br/><br/>Good.  There was no reason for Feldana to watch this.<br/><br/>"Grab the legs," he told Kitten, though he really didn't need help lifting the corpse.  He picked the dead sheepdog-fur up and plopped him stomach-down on the hood of the car, his sightless eyes staring ahead.  "We'll tie his ankles to the mirrors," he said.  "that should do for now."<br/><br/>He just hoped they didn't run out of time.