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[[The white cat continues to train his pistol at the "away team".]]
Cat: Where is "Tee"?
Fooker: [Stepping between the cat and the others, spreading his hands wide with his palms open and outward] Uh, between "S" and "U"...?
Cat: [Baring his teeth] THE WHITE RABBIT! I TRACED THE LAPTOP HERE!

[[Our view shifts slightly to follow the gun's sights. Fooker continues to hold his arms out in a non-threatening manner. Behind him, Trudy and Sharon wait cautiously.]]
Fooker: Look, "Alice", we literally just got here. We haven't seen any rabbits. So why don't you lower that gun, and we can talk like civilized... um, species...
[[A <<CHUGGA... CHUGGA...>> sound is heard, like a small gasoline motor failing to start.]]

[[The sound catches the cat's attention. He turns to face the nearest window, lowering his pistol in the process.]]
Cat: A boat? Blast it, a minute late again...
[[The motor comes to life, roaring as the boat at the dock outside apparently speeds away.]]

[[The cat rushes toward the window, now ignoring our heroes. He pulls out a smartphone and lifts it to his head.]]
Cat: It's Smythe. Radio the Coast Guard. Small civilian craft, too dark to make out the colour, heading north. It's a long shot, but if they hurry, they might catch him...
[[Behind him, Fooker and Sharon watch carefully, relaxing somewhat now that they are no longer being held at gunpoint.]]