A fugitive in the Extraplanar Citadel, young Moptop hid inside a clothes rack, listening for the footsteps of the Hunters. He knew that his only choice for surviving the night was to elude them until the doors opened at sunrise, but it would be difficult to remain unnoticed in such a closed space, since the Hunters were everything that their name implied--efficient, ruthless, and unrelenting once they had chosen their game.
He heard (or perhaps felt) a presence in the area, and peeked out from behind the clothes. The Hunters had entered and begun searching among the display cases. Young Moptop slipped out and headed in the opposite direction.
Expecting to find that the sun had risen by now, he was dismayed to find that it was still nighttime, and since it was also raining heavily, the Hunters would simply chase him down even if he managed to get through the parking lot.
Luckily, another unforeseen option now presented itself. Spotting a rocketship-styled ride near the vending machines, young Moptop inserted a quarter, climbed inside, and phased back into his own dimension.
