Clambering into "that thing with the wheels", or however it was called by those more proficient with the latest technological advancements than someone who had not spent a single hour of his millennia-spanning life bringing his knowledge of the outside world, nether or not, up to date, had proven for Old N fraught with more than a few difficulties. For one, the door leading into its interior was too low and, more importantly, too narrow for him to easily make his way through it; adding to this the fact that his pincers were in no condition for him to grip something inside and pull himself through (which was just as well, as he probably would only have succeeded in uprooting whatever he would have grabbed and falling back out) or to huddle into a hopefully more manageable position, as the pain of having them crushed between the door-frame and the rest of himself would have been too much to endure. Having inconclusively prodded his head through the door a few times, however, he was suddenly struck by what seemed to him the best idea he had had as far as he could remember, which was sometime last week.

Moments later, Old N's pincers came sliding through the door, followed by the demon himself, who, lying precariously on his side, propelled himself through the door with his lesser ventral limbs. Having finally succeeded in bringing his entire armoured bulk through the forbidding portal, he was met with another minor inconvenience - the corridor he was in was too small for him to stand up. Producing a sound vaguely resembling a grunt, he proceeded to crawl sideways further along, knocking his head against a few walls and assorted items as he navigated the unfamiliar complex. Finally, frustrated with the continuous impediments to his progress, he miraculously contrived to turn into the nearest enclosed space - which happened to be the bathroom. Filling most of the chamber, Old N spread himself over the floor, his head thrust into the shower (he contemplated turning it on for a moment, but then decided he had already moved enough for the day, and remained still) and, before long, the sound of his snoring, which was not altogether unlike the grinding of a sawmill, could be heard through the entire vehicle.