Mercat sound like a tired sailor looking through the snow at the shore, where he sees a broken-down amusement park that was built in the '30s and lost popularity in the '50s. He feels a bit seasick, and his solitude makes him miss the opportunity to be passive aggressive with the people he loves. He considers the benefits of, once he gets home, letting a pack of anthropomorphic animals loose in a warehouse of old instruments.
And then Mercat started to grow claws, in Brooklyn and Queens, and believed they wouldn't have bad dreams if they told themselves not to.