Q had coaxed the animals into their carrying tote, where Oberon had promptly curled up while Titania stood near the front with her face pressed against the mesh, quietly protesting.

Standing at the counter, Q managed to fit a few more bottles of water into the bag he'd been packing, aware now that it was best to prepare for the worst.

"So am I," he nodded, zipping up the bag and stumbling a bit when he put it over his shoulder. The bag weighed nearly as much as he did it felt like.