The police look over the assortment of Ray's new arrivals, and then back to the Ghostbuster. "No rock this time?" says one of them.
"Naraht couldn't make it. How far down are they?"
"Not too far from here. People're getting out of their cars and running, but the cars're slowing the things down."
"All right," Ray says. "Come on, guys."
Once they're up the on-ramp on the highway it's blatantly obvious where the mob of beasts has gone. The damage done to abandoned cars, the dents and scrapes in the pavement, and the rather generously marked scent trail- so to speak- are dead giveaways. So's the fact that up ahead, there are massive grey rhino-like forms moving southward, flanking something similarly rhino-like that's a good twenty feet tall.
The wind is not in our heroes' favor. Between the rhino-things (titanotheres, but it's hard to tell the species from the back) and the forward Milliways patron, Stitch, something lets out a weird booming cry.
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"Naraht couldn't make it. How far down are they?"
"Not too far from here. People're getting out of their cars and running, but the cars're slowing the things down."
"All right," Ray says. "Come on, guys."
Once they're up the on-ramp on the highway it's blatantly obvious where the mob of beasts has gone. The damage done to abandoned cars, the dents and scrapes in the pavement, and the rather generously marked scent trail- so to speak- are dead giveaways. So's the fact that up ahead, there are massive grey rhino-like forms moving southward, flanking something similarly rhino-like that's a good twenty feet tall.
The wind is not in our heroes' favor. Between the rhino-things (titanotheres, but it's hard to tell the species from the back) and the forward Milliways patron, Stitch, something lets out a weird booming cry.
Three somethings.