I awoke to a normal enough day.  The congestion of those wierd flying things that aren't hawk-bats wasn't as bad, so there was sunlight streaming down on the little crack in the 130th floor building I call home.  It's rare that any of my friends come up this high, so I'm pretty much alone.

I slid out of my cubby hole, wiggling along the verticle wall as fast as my little cillia could grab and propel me forward.  I had to be careful in direct sunlight, as I could dry up very quickly.  I left a small trail of goo as I moved, which would take a few minutes to dry out.

I lost my grip about the 132nd floor, falling down through the network of catwalks to finally plop on one almost 60 stories down.  Fortunately I don't have a central support network, so all my organs were cushoned by my soft squishy body.  I took a moment to get my bearings, then I was off again.

Moving pretty slow, I just mozied on along, occassionally slinking out of the way of one of those towering human things, but for the most part just going about on my own until I found what I was looking for.

The Imperial Center storm drains often carried stuff down from the surface, and I was fortunate to find some rocks that were tasty little snacks for me.  The dripping water from one of the fierce but brief storms above provided welcome moisture, which I soaked up happily.

Suddenly my little senses picked up a trail... a female! I moved as fast as my little cillia could, following the trail.  It was still wet! I was quick and soon I found her, hiding in a depression formed hundreds of years ago by water.  I slid up to her and our protoplasm joined.

Unfortunately for us both, we were grabbed up by a pair of hawkbats, and taken up up up!  We were reunited in the nest of a bunch of baby hawkbats.  Last thing I remember was a bunch of tiny beaks pecking me, and then darkness...