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Brett follows the cat into an adjoining bay. Chains and condensation cascade down from high above, the clinks and drips a counterpoint to Brett’s heart. He pauses beneath the false rain and takes off his hat, letting the water fall into his mouth. Something large, black, and organic hangs above him, unseen. He resumes his search. “Here kitty, kitty. Jonesy?” He kneels to coax the cat out from behind a crate. Jonesy hisses. “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you. Come on.” Jonesy growls and inches back. Brett turns to see a silent, phallic thing standing before him. It hisses.