John dreamed. A familiar voice calling him he started sprinting towards it, but it just started fading away and as he got closer he could tell it was his grandmas voice, he was sure. He still tried to see her but after ten long years all he could remember of her was a fuzzy grey blob and her warm voice it was as if a part of her would be forever lost.

He woke with a start. Morning sunlight shone over the old hut shining through the cracks in the wood. Elise slept but bricky was up and licking himself he was he was licking his chest but his red eyes where barely open so John decided to spin his key and bricky started to wake up not long after bricky was up and running by all that ticks it’s time to get back what is rightfully yours. I saw the professor only five minutes ago and that ratbag he’s preparing his shiny silver airship. Up you get you lazy girl we’ve got work to do.