“Go!!” Alan yelled and runs to the left, towards one of the small, low buildings. He doesn’t look back, throwing himself through the window opening, then rolls close to the wall. He can hear roaring, shouts, screams, rapid footsteps and a rumbling, whooshing kind of sound. It seems all the worse for being unseen; he can imagine his companions being trampled, burned, ripped to shreds… He tried to gather his thoughts. That chanting, was it the dragon, from somewhere else or just a fluke co-incidence that rushing water might sound like chants? No, it had started before the water came. And the dragon itself, what had it taken from that container? It was a rounded object, sort of oval… egg-shaped… Ah!! Egg, egg, reptiles have eggs, dragons are reptiles, maybe it was a dragon egg. This was almost plausible, at least in the crazy terms of reference he was now working in. He kept his thoughts inside his head; they were shouting at him, taunting him. Just as well the dragon wasn’t telepathic… Then he suddenly realised he had no idea whether or not dragons were telepathic. “Oh shit”.