Alan held himself close to the wall, still hiding in the building, but right below the window so he could hear what was going on. There had been roars, rounds of ammo fired, screams, footsteps splashing through the streets, then comparative silence. Then a sort of laughing sound, not human or fur, much deeper and more resonant, “It must be the dragon” he thought to himself. Then something else, a sort of buzzing, throbbing sound or ‘hum’. He craned his neck to try to get a glimpse out of the window. He looked up at the ‘sky’ (well, not sky really, more the ‘roof’, well ocean, sort o…). It was now much closer and he could just see the central tower which was glowing blue. Blue?!! What the hell did that mean? And what of their plan to meet there again? He wasn’t to sure it was that viable as a plan anyway, not with the dragon still at large. Not that he had a Plan B. For all he knew he may never see any of the others again, save, perhaps, their remains – twisted corpses, chewed bones… He put his hands in his head and moaned, “Why didn’t I go to Frinton like last year?”