They ran to the far corner of the room. There were no other doors and the dragon was blocking any exit through the small window. A paw reached in sweeping across the room at chest height, narrowly missing them the first time. They cowered in the corner as a loud voice boomed at them, “..there is no where to run, come on, the easier it is the faster its all over..”. Though they hadn’t planned on getting it all over either that day, month or even year, things looked pretty hopeless. Flix clung desperately to Alan, her claws digging in, her russet brush between her legs, her pounding chest to his. “Go away!! Leave us alone!!” she cried. Alan couldn’t think of anything more constructive to say at that point. He just held Flix close to him, trying to comfort her, but as far as he could see they were dead meat.