Throughout the bland and unassuming Tunnel E, there lie series of alcoves. Most of them are inhabited by all varieties of nothing. Nothingburgers with a side of nothing fried. Beefless breadless cheeseless none pizzas; grimace ___s, barren rock, disembodied blanks. Audland usually found this tunnel and the little river Styx running through its center to be quite boring. Its sisters, D and B, at least led to more interesting places. Tunnel E was the beginning of the path from the endless white of a mental institution (Ursa) to full on lunacy (Draco).

Today, however, Audland found the monotony of this cave to be a little more useful. In one of the alcoves, he had stashed a box full of stones, a few shiny coins, and the largest piece of illicit cargo: himself. In his hiding place, Audland attempted to create a shadow of a shadow. The results were not exactly impressive, but the gripping claws of darkness at clumps of his fur would do the job as he needed.