And in the distance, there was what looks like a group of swaying bending palm trees. It seemed like there might be an oasis nearby!

...Then one of the trees seemed to rear back and let out a roar. No. That could only be one thing, right? And if they guessed that it was a three-headed dog, the detective and blitz player would be correct. And Crow Hogan was with it, feeding the other two heads some nice, stolen meat. It had been nearly three weeks. Honestly he was surprised no one came forward with the truth, how to get back into the city. Surely, Security would cave. They had to. He had to get home.