((Dark Ones? Could be neat, actually. What about Anomalies?))
Ray shrugged, and continued to row. "Suit yourself." He checked his watch one last time, before stopping. Ray smiled, and found what he was looking for; a bus reinforced with scrap metal. It provided easy and protected access to the Theodore Monroe Metro Platform. Ray remembered when it got constructed, all those years ago. Still had his, Acon's, and the twins' paw prints embedded in the cement, when they snuck in just before completion. Ray stopped the canoe, and helped everyone inside. He closed the door, just as the fog rolled in.