Mac awoke with a start and jumped out of bed. Something was different. Something had changed during the night, but what he had no idea. He walked out of his room, and nearly tripped over Drago curled up on the floor.
Drago rolled over on his side, and a puff of smoke drifted lazily out of his nostrils. “I am glad we return to Mystovia this morning. I am very hungry for dragon food.”
“I am glad we return to Mystovia this morning. I am very hungry for dragon food.”“Sorry, little buddy. I wish there were some way for me to order you some steaks or something.” Mac scratched his head and yawned. “I’m really not that hungry. Guess I’m as anxious as you to get back to Mystovia.”
“Morning,” Doc walked slowly out of his room, all dressed, but there was no eager jaunt to his step.
“You’re up and
