letting anyone know where he was. Then stops to regains his breath.

He knew he couldn’t stay here, there could be another wave of drones approaching and he’d already been here for way too long. And the boy, he needed to get home and get him out of there.

He looks up to the beast again and wishes he had brought Belle along for the ride. It was damaged, one side heavily dented and just like him, impaled with shards of metal from the explosion. The rear wheel was buckled slightly but it still looked driveable. He’d make it home, his house wasn’t that far but he’d still need to climb inside.

The metal shard poking out from his back would be a hindrance however, it would need to be removed.