Edgar's plonked down on the grass by the water, staring toward the Metropolitan Museum of Art and contemplating going inside to tackle another one of the exhibits, when the screaming starts. He whips around, looking across the water to see people streaming in his direction, all with looks of terror on their faces. Many are screaming, a few falling as they stare back over their shoulders, only to claw their way to their feet again and continue on in a panic.

Almondine quivers beside him, and Edgar runs a hand down her back.

As the swarm of people nears the water, it splits in two, people dodging left or right around the obstacle. Edgar, on the far side, is safe from trampling as the two crowds don't follow the shore, but choose instead to continue straight once they get far enough around to reclaim their original direction.

As they pass, he turns to look back in the direction from which they came. There's a low rumble in the ground, and a sharp roar rends the air just as the head of the beast becomes visible.

Edgar, sitting by the water, watching the thing slowly amble closer, sighs.

/Here we go again,/ he tells Almondine.