You look around and find that you are in a long hallway. The left side is all glass and looks out to a vast expanse of snow far below. It is cold and silent, and you look around, very bewildered, for the dragon. You have no idea where you are, but suddenly a voice, as dry as parchment, whispers into your mind: "The answer, my sweet, is 'Time'. Fare thee well traveler".
You stand still but nothing else happens, until suddenly you hear someone -- several someones -- approaching. Two dragons round a corner, one very old and the other very young. You gape as they notice you, and the old one says with annoyance,
"Another visiter! So. You passed the Draggon's inspection," noticing your look of confusion, he added more gently, "The Draggon that you just no doubt met. The latest of the Transportation Dept.'s little Guardians. Please follow me. I will need to know your name and species ..." [back]