Mo glanced out of the Dragonfly’s window as the petrifying airship drew closer. She saw the ships missiles shimmering in the moonlight like charcoal knights ready to charge. Mo could hear the deafening sound of the missiles emerging out of the fog. Ear-shattering racks of the delicate exterior the dragonfly crashing and breaking then before they knew it there was a humungous hole in the ship. Mo turned to her master lifting her rubbery terrified face sadly saying, “Simon you have to jump I’m just a mechanimal also Hannah needs you go now quickly before it’s to late.”