Isaac sat looking at the jumbo screen by Central Park. He head heard the swooshing of wings overhead. He didn't know what exactly had been going, on but the "blind man" decided to check it out. He held onto his walking stick to add to the illusion until he entered the tree line. He folded up his walking stick and clipped it to his belt loop as he walked through the woods. He spent a good fifteen minutes sweeping, he had almost given up when he heard a soft breathing. He turned and pulled out his walking stick, holding it like a sword. "Show yourself!" He took a sniff in the air, the scent of cold blood and other interesting scents. "No way... there is no way, dragons aren't real..."