Dianna sat down next to her black and yellow haired brother's head, closing one of her hands and putting her forefinger in her other closed hand. She squinted her eyes at the dragon that was in the doorway, with her closed hands next to her cheek. Dianna continued to stare at the dragon in silence until the cupcake-looking girl turned around and shrieked, being the only one not noticing the dragon until now. In a matter of seconds she launched the remote at the dragon by instinct, fortunately missing the dragon and hitting the wall next to its head. The girl pointed at the dragon with the hand she used to throw the remote, while the other stayed inside the closet where there were different types of weapons and clothes. "How did that get here?!" Dianna sighed and shook her head, keeping her hands in the same formation.