He did not do well outdoors. It wasn’t that elements or allergens had some negative effect on his biology; moreso it was the sound, or lack thereof. Most of the time all he really wanted to hear was the low hum of central air or the high-pitched drone of a computer monitor. He took some solace in the rumble of nearby highways, but on the occasions when there was nothing for him to find, he more often than not ended up bumping into walls and passersby as a way to assert his existence. It was during a particularly unpleasant episode that he stumbled down a somewhat concealed stairwell and into the mouth of a waiting giant squid.