“I do believe it is time for cake.” The green giraffe said. “I concur.” the furry hippo replied.

“Ok, I’ll go get some.” Angelo offered and jumped off the roof.

Angelo plummeted towards the ground. Ten stories, five stories, two stories.

He hit the floor with a sickening thud. That’s when he realized that it had to be a dream, there’s no way he could still be alive after after hitting the ground so hard. Besides, psychedelic animals? This was a strange dream, even for him. He forced his eyes open and saw…Asphalt. Shattered glass. He had actually fallen.

Ouch. If there was pain, it had to be real. What the— He wasn’t alone. In the twilight of the alley where he had fallen there was a woman. Dark hair outlined her pale skin, as she covered her face in shock.

“Hello, where exactly am I? And how long have I been here?” Angelo asked, perplexed. Might as well try to get my bearings.