
Gee, Ras doesn't seem to have his keys.

He eyes the partially rolled down window.

And squeezes his arm through the narrow opening.

Yay! Success!

But, wait; why is he walking away with the alarm going off?

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.



Like Thing, nothing but a hand appears from the door at the top of the steps. Finally, silence.

Except for my laughing, that is.