Chris nodded and trotted ahead for a while, before the sound of angry shouting made him stop, backtrack a few paces to peer through a grill, and gasped loudly. "Ptricia! C'mere!"<br/><br/>Past the grill, you could see the same dragon from earlier yelling at a smaller, weedier-looking one, who was a light blue, and was cowering in his seat. "Well why the hell didn't you TELL me they were here? That they're here right now!?" roared Rodriguez angrily. "...I...I just thought it would be a bad idea to interrupt you during your speech..." whimpered the smaller one. "F...." the bigger one trailed off, glowering angrily. "Whatever. Look, if the little twerp has a band, we need to get them signed as soon as we can so I can finish what I started, and YOU can finally finish putting that damn blood curse on him." At the sound of that, Chris's eyes went wide. "Ptricia...that's him. That's the mage who cursed me..." the conversation was still going on, meanwhile. "...would be rabid all the time, as with the curse as it is now, and practically unstoppable. His strength would be on par with...goodness, I don't actually know. Far stronger than anything you've ever encountered, anyway." Rodriguez nodded, still scowling. "Very well. If they're still here..." (building dramatic strings) "...raise the alarm. Seal the vents at once, and order all Purgers to capture any abnormality on sight. We need him alive, so we can wrangle out his parent's location from him..."<br/><br/>Chris's jaw dropped. "M...my...parents?" he squeaked. He didn't have time for any further explanation as a red light and a loud siren started going off in the vents. "Shit! We gotta run!"