Up. It had to be up. There had to be something safer, higher. He held tight to both girls, shouting as the fluid burned right through his fur, and took them to the top floor. They appeared in the midst of a cluster of mannequins, and Some stumbled against one, grabbing it to try to stay upright. The fluid was still scalding at him, and he keened, trying to scrape it off his shoulders against a wax statute without dislodging his passengers.