All evening, thunder roared over him. Pie was alone, he ducked down in the blackness, and glared ahead. Wind crashed the sides of the Sky-Stargazer Skyship, buffeting his trail. Pie shuddered. Was he safe?

In an instant, Pie heard something creeping towards him, carefully. Silently, a vague but grim shadow clung onto the balloon and didn’t let go. A black eye glinted. Pie’s skin had goosebumps as he followed around the skyship. Who or what was it?