"I took a wrong turn somewhere..." Norman mumbled hours later. He was still in the air vents, trying to find his way home. However, he was lost again. Sitting down, the young guinea pig rubbed his forehead as he tried to think. Where had he gone wrong? Where was he? Where was his apartment? What time was it? Sighing heavily, he got up. He better hurry if he wanted to get home before his owner. Andrew would be worried sick about him.

Taking a left turn and then a right, Norman was lost in his thoughts when he heard what he thought was water in a sink. Realizing he must be close to his apartment, the little rodent started running. He spotted an air vent covering up ahead. Lowering his head, he ran at full speed and rolled out of the tunnels. He quickly found out that he was on the rooftop of the apartment building at night in the middle of a thunderstorm.

His fur already becoming soaked from the rain, Norman shivered. Hugging himself in a futile attempt to keep warm, he looked as his teeth chattered. His eyes landed on a crudely built shed in the corner. Wanting to be somewhere out of the howling wind and freezing rain, the guinea pig scampered over there. Before he entered though, he saw that the floor was covered in bones.

"Hello?" Norman called out, opening the door. It creaked. Flinching, Norman looked around the shed. He didn't see anyone inside though. Entering, the young guinea pig closed the door behind him. Shaking himself dry, he crawled over the bones as he searched for a comfortable spot to sleep. All the while, the storm got worse outside. Jumping as lightning flashed and thunder roared, Norman went towards the back. He turned around to look over at the door just as he stepped on something soft.

A pained yelp followed.

His heart pounding in his chest, Norman realized that he wasn't alone. There was somebody else in here. Trembling, he slowly turned around to find that he was standing on red tail feathers. He looked up just as Tiberius lifted his head. The hawk didn't seem happy as he growled a warning to whoever came into his shed. Unable to see due to the hood on his head, the old hawk sniffed the air. He could smell the little guinea pig from earlier. The perfect snack.

His instincts kicking in, the red tailed hawk lunged forward.