"The enemy has arrived!" screamed Fiona. Grabbing Zander's hand, she dragged him into the nearest room. It was filled with rat queens, in obvious distress. Zander, however had managed to grab some equipment ; upon quick inspection, it was plain that the suit and weapons were scaled only for Fiona. She grabbed them, and was battle-ready in a moment's notice. "Queens of Antonio, follow the human! Zander, lead them out that door--" she pointed to a portal that resembled a large wooden highboy--" And then, just follow the yellow line on the floor to safety." Before he could reply, Fiona had hopped aboard a hoversled, brandishing a weapon, and zoomed off. The panicked queens surrounded Zander. Pushing his way through them to the portal, he touched it cautiously; it swung open, revealing a long passage with a golden yellow line painted on the middle of the floor. He stepped through the doorway, queens squeaking in terror at his heels. As he trotted along the dimly-lit passageway, he heard a distant slam behind him. Hope that was somebody closing the door behind us, so as not to give us away, he thought. One of the queens who was at his elbow spoke up. "The youngest queen has shut the door to protect us. It's locked so nobody can follow us." Zander shot her a quick look. She had soft gray fur, and her eyes were a melting shade of brown. Her dress was of pink silk, sprinkled with tiny gemstones, and embroidered with gold. "Thanks for letting me know," said Zander. "Are you the, uh, head queen?" The rat queen nodded. "My name is Sophia, Queen Superior. But you can just call me Sophia."
"I'm Zander, by the way. Antonio brought me here through the vortex. Where does this passage lead to?" Sophia smiled. "It leads to a specially armored and concealed sub-palace. All the comforts of home, away from danger." "Oh, how convenient."