7
Max glanced at the clock for the millionth time. Almost midnight. Time had been inching by all day. He'd made excuses about being exhausted and locked himself in his room to keep an eye on Milo. He was anxious to get going.
Milo sat quietly, playing with the strap on his satchel.
“What's in the bag?” asked Max. Milo looked up, then dumped its contents on the bed.
Max spotted Milo's dragon dictionary, another book on various mythological creatures, a flashlight, a wad of tissues, balls of tinfoil, an empty water bottle and food container.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Max, handling the dragon dictionary.
Milo scooped everything up and shoved it back in his satchel.
“Who's to say what happened at Pleasant Seas won't happen to my home?” asked Milo. “I can't explain it, bu
