Sal is a morning person, but these crack of dawn shifts are tough even for him. His body functions the same regardless of how much sleep he's gotten, but his head feels groggy enough that it takes a minute to realize what he's looking at.

A bear in the dumpster, said the report. Fuckin' bullshit, he's said to dispatch, and went out himself to prove just how bullshit it is. There's no goddamn way a bear's getting into the Dome. "Uh, hey," Sal says to what is definitely the eyes and snout of a huge ass black bear. Still holding up the lid, he reaches for his radio with his other hand.