Higgs sat in the farthest back seat of the plane. He sighs as he glances out the window. He never liked riding a public plane. He much preferred flying with his own little wings, but decided to take a plane over the huge Atlantic, trying to avoid birds of prey. The small dragon leaps out of his seat and enters the lavatory, trying to get some peace. But of course, he is interrupted by the infamous seatbelt signs, signalling that they were ready to land. Heading back to his seat, he prepares for landing.<br/><br/><br/>Higgs walked into the main entrance of the resort, carrying many suitcases and bags. He planned on doing extensive research on the triangle, as he was  a scientist. But in truth, he had come to escape. Not to escape the city lights, or the traffic, not even boredom. He came to escape the vore. He was the last of his species of dragon, and he did NOT want to get eaten. But most of the time, impulsivness gained control of him, and he would throw insult after insult at the pred, usually ending in him in the preds mouth. Sighing, he finishes dragging all his stuff up to the receptionist desk. Then, he rings the receptionist bell and waits...