"I'm so terribly sorry -- but I must dash," Mallory excused, feeling the familiar itch in her knuckles. She faded away like a shadow, appearing outside in the streets of New York. As she traveled at a speed near but not quite at the speed of light, she felt the urge to knock on a door become stronger, until she arrived at the abode of one of the hunters. 

She rapped on the door three times. 

Figuring that it would be ridiculous to return to the bar, Mallory made a mental note to never travel there again. Instead, she went to her own home, and scrolled through her phone quickly, only to see a text.

It was a picture of a time dragon, with the caption. 
"IT'S DRAGON SEASON!"