Dinosorceror was slowly getting acclimatized to his new body during that evening and the following day, but he found that his old twin bed that he slept on was on the verge of destruction by morning. And bending over constantly while inside wasn't helping his spine much. He took a white bedsheet to make a tunic for himself (as his delicates still hung outside his body), and went downstairs to get the morning paper. Ignoring a "Toga...toga...toga..." chant from one of his neighbors, he found that there was a crystal shard wrapped inside the yellow journalism that glowed with a faint green light. There was a note tied to one end, which read, "ENJOY YOUR NEW FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE -- A FRIEND." Dino raised an eyeridge, and stepped outside, dropping the paper and grasping the shard. There were still several small piles of snow on the ground in his backyard, so he walked around back. "Well, if it worked for the Man of Steel," he muttered, as he tossed the crystal fragment into a small pile located at the corner of his yard. It simply lay on the surface momentarily, then it sank with a hissing sound into the snowbank. The ground rumbled beneath his feet for almost a minute, steam billowing out from the snowpile and shrouding the entire back yard in white. Suddenly, he heard a "doink," and wafting the steam away, he saw his Fortress of Solitude. It was twelve by twelve inches. "What a gyp!" he exclaimed. "Well, maybe I should've thrown it into a larger pile of snow. D'oh!" He smacked the side of his crest in disgust. "Then again, I've got a good reason to test this thing out," he muttered, toying with the 4-D lens pendant around his neck. A smile began to cross his face as he gripped it tightly, and within seconds he was bathed in a soft blue aura. He found it a little difficult to monitor how small he was getting, as it was more comfortable to keep his eyes shut during the process, but he managed to level out at a little under half an inch in height. Giddy with excitement, he stumbled over the huge blades of dying grass and ran inside his new stronghold. Everything was made of an ice-like crystalline substrate. There was a large bed, a table and chairs, and some sort of apparatus he assumed was a kind of computer. "Not a bad spread, for free," he thought to himself. Suddenly, the computer array started to glow red, and a siren began to wail. He ran to it, frantically activating switches at random, when a screen rose from the ground...apparently some sort of radar display. He saw a big green blip on the screen, approaching the center. "Them!" he thought to himself. "Whoever shot down that alien! They must be returning!" The blip reached the center of the screen, and he felt the fortress shake and make not-at-all-good creaking noises. He started spazzing on the controls again, hoping to activate some kind of defensive mechanism, and after a few moments he apparently did...the blip slowly retreated until it left the screen, and the red light filling the fortress faded. "Yeah!" he shouted in triumph. "So much for Them!" He strode outside the fortress to wallow in glory, but was taken back by what he saw. He held his clawhands over his nose and muzzle, and had a look of utter disgust on his face. "MAN, cats can be so cruel sometimes!" he gasped. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "How much longer must I wait until our plan is readied? I tire of monitoring this fool's exploits, even if that native animal did do a nasty on his little fortress," the creature remarked, chuckling only slightly. The master's advisor stepped forward. "The signs will be right shortly, my lord," he offered. "Your conquest of this planet is as inevitable as your conquest of the universe." The creature slowly turned its head to glare at the advisor. "Your life depends on it." The creature rose from its seat, and left the observation room.