Twitch, keeping one eye on the cat, began listening in on what the strange luminous figure was telling the only other one here with wings. He didn't remember seeing a bird like that before, and he had no idea what the 'Trillionth Trans-Solar Host' was. A small part of him wanted to ask what had happened to the other nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine-billion-nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine-million-nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine-thousand-nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine, but he thought better of it. Still, if the shiny guy hadn't been able to find a way out, it seemed doubtful the rest of them would. Especially the dead one.

The only thing that seemed to help was the strange table the boy with the gun was at. Fluttering himself up, he perched on the edge of it, and examined the buttons laid out across it. What each one of them did, he had no idea, but it was a better plan than the dead thing must have had. He scanned his eyes across the rows of buttons, until he found a symbol that looked quite similar to the one he had noticed on the cassette under his wing. Cocking his head a little, Twitch stared at the button for a moment, before leaning forward and pecking at it. No hands, you see...