This is the city.

You take a deep breath and leap through the mirror. As promised, Fred follows, knocking you over in the process. Again, he apologizes.

You sniff at the air and look around you. It is evident that you no longer are in a cartoon. You are on the streets of an American city, and it is very late at night. While happy to have escaped the cartoon, the fact that you still are a werewolf sobers you, to say the least. Your bright clothing does not help matters.

"Where are we, and what are we going to do?" queries Fred.

A dramatic silence abounds. All whimsy from the cartoon has evaporated, and you and Fred have some very serious problems to resolve.

Written by Joey Liverwurst (edited by phaedrus)

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