Fresnelli awoke with a start.
Something pink and noisy was headed down the path towards his tree.
A Holden playing the Village People, what in the hell was the world coming to? But wait, there was a strong pull as the car swept past. Fresnelli was almost pulled from the tree into the sunlight. With singed wingtips he pulled himself back into his hole.
Fresnelli thought for a moment. This wasn't who he had come after here. It wasn't Vlad. But something told him that whoever, or whatever was in that holden would lead him right to him.
The tug didn't seem to be slackening as the car put distance between itself and the tree. It was going to be a long day of sleep before he could follow.
Just as he was drifting back ito sleep he was jolted back to alertness. This time he just couldn't believe his eyes. A man and a chimpanzee in a jeep went tearing past the tree.
Fresnelli rubbed his eyes and looked again. Still there.
"It wouldn't be so bad, he thought, but was the chimp really wearing a a fedora and a trench coat?"