Amos takes a pull of the vodka, then nibbles on his cookie. "Well, not as such. They don't really...think like us, yanno? The fish in the river breed too fast to remember whatever first happened here, an' the birds aren't from here to start with. They're a little annoyed by bein' underground. An' that's it, which is the freaky part. There ain't anything else here. No bugs, no bats, no moles, no lizards, nothing."

He grimaces, because it's strange and unnatural and he doesn't like the echoing silence that it leaves in his head. He's too used to tuning out massive amounts of animal chatter, like a radio constantly playing in the background. And now? Nothing but the blips of the birds and the fish. Back when it was just the fish it had been a lot creepier. Now, it's better. The birds are nicer company.