Art got up early that morning, so he could try to be the first to get on the blue line monorail. He wasn't, he got up a bit late and was still adjusting his uniform on the train for about an hour. The hours seemed to fly by on the monorail, Art became absorbed in the brilliance of each and every ecosystem. He felt a small bubble in his stomach as he passed through Tundratown. Homesickness. His eyes shifted to the ground, and he huffed. He despised his memories of his childhood, but couldn't help loving Tundratown, his hometown. He closed his eyes and placed his hands on his chest. "Police work starts today." He murmured. Though he was exited, he was also a very nervous. He was afraid he was going to screw up, big time. 

The monorail train sprung to a halt, and he opened an eye. This was his stop. He pushed himself up, off his seat, and he shuffled to his bus. He recognised some of the people from training, some of them were new to him. [i]'Yeah, not as good as the train.'[/i] He thought. [i]'Nowhere near as good as the train. Maybe I should travel by blue line monorail? No, that's crazy Art!'[/i] He was a bit off balance when he got off the bus, and all of his excitement was soon quenched as he saw the headquarters of the ZPD. Just anxiety remained. He was insanely afraid of screwing up on his first day. He stood in line with the others, yelled "Yes sir!" When neccesary, and handed in his application form, trying to pretend he was as cool as a cucumber in a freezer. He nodded dutifully as he was assigned to Squad 66, making his way to the armoured vehicle. The rest of the squad were already there, so he sat down next to a raccoon. [i]'Gosh, we look like a real motley crew don't we?'[/i] He thought. [i]'This should be real fun. Yeah, real fun.'[/i]