Dan blinks and looks at the day light streaming through the hole high overhead. He's not getting back that way, he thinks shaking his head. Then he notices a man in a fox suit--at least he thinks it's a man at first. I mean foxes aren't usually six feet tall, are they. And they don't normally stand upright, and wear fancy vests and carry pocket watches, do they? But this one did, but he didn't wear pants, and Dan was pretty sure costume makers didn't go in for anatomically correct animal costumes. Besides it smiled a fangy smile and licked its teeth, and those were not human teeth or tongue. It was a giant anthropomorphic fox.
There was glint in the fox's golden brown eye, and it spoke, "You're just on time, Dan," and he tapped his pocket watch, "We'd better get going."
He turned with a swish of his tail and disappeared down the tunnel. Dan got up and gasped, "How d'ya know my name?" He then without thinking darted down the tunnel after the talking fox. He prattled on after the fast moving fox, "Since when do foxes talk? What are you? Where am I? Where are you going? Slow down!"