[i]"Guide, I remember seeing a dragon or something about as big as an overgrown horse glide towards the forest... they might need help."[/i] An agent points out while looking into the forest using binoculars. "We still have that firework flare gun don't we?" Harriet asks, finishing off her slice of cake. [i]"It's on the minibus with the roof. I'll let them know..." [/i]The agent walks down to a small storage cupboard, he grabs a megaphone and walks back up. [i]"Mack! Fire off the Firework Flare gun! Might have been a few survivors who took the dragon airline to the forest!"[/i] The agent announces, putting the megaphone back and then resuming his spying, the firework popping into a giant yellow word: [i]"Road... Mack needs to try and make longer fireworks really. Then again we're lucky to have him."[/i] Harriet says, beginning to gently drink a glass of wine very slowly while admiring the firework, despite it just being one word. [i]"Hope it helps that dragon."[/i] The agent states, sitting down on an elevated sofa, continuing his watch over the forest.

Graham then begins wondering back to his Estate, which is above the Shapeshifter Section of the complex, thinking on weather he should leave calling the Underground for a while or as soon as he can.