[Kosh gets kidnapped by EvilHaz and one of her new friends.]

Hazmat seems slightly jittery, hyper, as she leads the Glass Walker into thre 
  alley. I thought we could feed them here tonight. Some of them don't go to 
  the park, sometimes...
Kosh nods, eyes jumping from one shadow to another. His hand toys with the 
  flap of his coat. "Where are the reflections?"
Hazmat's tongue flicks out, licking at her nose. She pads back and forth, 
  ending up between Kosh and the street-end of the alleyway. There's an old 
  mirror at the other end. I found it. It's cracked... but... but it works.
Kosh pauses and looks at Hazmat for a moment. "Show me..."
Geoffrey is hidden from view, in the shadow of the garbage bin, one of the 
  large green kind. Everything about his clothing is black, to blend in 
  better; in the meager light of the alleyway, with only the light nearest the 
  mirror burning, albeit dimly, he is nigh invisible.
Kosh patiently waits for Hazmat to take the lead, hands in his coat pocket.
Hazmat shakes herself, then pads toward the shadowy end of the alley, leading 
  the Theurge Walker toward the place where Geoffrey, hidden, lies in wait.
Geoffrey remains silent and motionless while the two approach.
Kosh glances around the alley's thick shadows and says, "Hazmat, if Jimmy's 
  hiding somewhere with a super-soaker, I'll be very angry..."
Hazmat's bushy tail waves faintly back and forth. Silly.
Kosh smirks, "Tommie pulled that once."
Hazmat snorts amusedly and gestures toward the mirror. Get started, I'll be 
  right after you.
Kosh reaches down and dusts off a shard of the mirror. "Shattered vissage." 
  His eyes contact the surface as he concentrates for a moment.
Hazmat waits until the Walker begins to concentrate and utters a soft chuff. 
  The signal.
Geoffrey moves on silent feet out of the shadow, the hilt of a knife coming up 
  and back down again in a sharp blow against the back of Kosh's head. The 
  light is on the wall he and Kosh face, so as not to reveal him by a shadow.
Kosh drops like a wounded figure skater.
Hazmat's tail wags excitedly back and forth. She all but prances, drool 
  gathering at her lolling tongue as she shifts upwards to assist Geoffrey.
Hazmat contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
You shift into Homid form.
Geoffrey crouches down at Kosh's side, reaching for his eyelids to peer behind 
  them with professional calm.
Kosh's eyes are rolled back, his pupils slightly dilated but reacting to the 
  light.
Hazmat crouches down on Kosh's other side. "Yuh din' kill 'im, didja?" she 
  whispers.
Geoffrey regards the eyes, and prudently raps one temple again, just in case. 
  "'Course not. I stuck a bag in the top of that dumpster, get it out for me? 
  S'paper bag, like from a grocery store."
Hazmat nods her head and bounces up obediently to fetch the bag. She hums, 
  very very very softly, almost subvocally.
Geoffrey lays the knife down near his hand, so he'll be able to grab at it 
  when needed. He pulls, out of the bag, a smaller cloth bag, and a bottle of 
  vodka. From the cloth bag he takes out a necklace of silver wire, which he 
  fastens around Kosh's neck with a muttered, "Just in case."
Hazmat crouches on her heels and watches. She's stopped humming, anyway.
Kosh's eyes suddenly explode open. He sits up with a shock and screams, 
  "Timing malfunction!" before collapsing again.
Geoffrey's hand lashes out in shock, but misses. He glowers a little at Kosh's 
  body, then hands Hazmat the vodka. "Drunk," he explains. "One way to get 
  someone out of an alley if people're watching. If you've another, we'll try 
  that."
Hazmat sniffs at the strong drink. "Oh-kay. Yuh wan' me tuh splash it on 'im?"
Geoffrey nods. "And take a sip yourself. We'll have to make him swallow a sip, 
  too - it has to be on his breath."
Hazmat nods, swigging down a gulp of vodka. Then she lifts up Kosh's head a 
  little to trickle some into his mouth.
Geoffrey zips up the cloth bag, and checks around the alley-end. After a 
  little rearrangement of some of the dirt by scuffing his foot around, he 
  crouches back down again to reach out for the vodka himself.
Kosh sputters and choaks a bit, gagging as the vodka hits his windpipe.
Hazmat hands the bottle over easily, singing softly, now. "...land a' song, 
  th' warrior-bard..."
Geoffrey takes his sip, then scatters vodka around in a fairly broad circle 
  around the trio, only small droplets of it, finally ending up smashing the 
  bottle on the edge of the dumpster. The remaining vodka soaks into it, and 
  he drops the neck of the bottle in, too. "Okay," he says. "Now we're just 
  two friends, helping a third one to the car so we can take him home."
Hazmat grins broadly and, with Geoffrey, hauls the unconscious Walker to his 
  feet.
Geoffrey, with Hazmat, gets Kosh back to the car and into the back seat. 
  Hazmat is detailed to sit in the back with Kosh, while Geoffrey himself 
  takes the wheel in a drive out into the woods.