Kimberly’s shopping excursion had been beyond successful. She had found the greatest boutique at her end of the mall. The tiny shop had been filled with one of a kind, vintage dresses and loads of accessories to match.

She was a kid in a candy store. She and Jason arrived back at their hotel a little after two. She had been getting ready for the last hour, all that was left were her shoes and the finishing touches to her hair. She had been very proud of herself for getting ready on time. She knew she she’d be in the hot seat soon enough, no sense in being late and appearing rude on top of all the other nasty things she had imagined Tommy thought about her.

And despite the fact that Jason kept popping into her room, attempting to peek at her outfit the entire afternoon, which he failed at, thanks to Kim’s agile dash to the lock on her side of the adjoining door, she hadn’t fretted over which outfit she had wanted to wear. Oh yes, she had bought more than one ‘really nice outfit’, she thought about Jason’s fatherly comment once again. She was still laughing.“Hey I didn’t mean to get you down. I only meant you should come and have some fun for once. Some real fun.”

“I know what you meant, Sarah. I’d just rather stay at the gym longer okay?”

“Sarah, don’t push her. She’s made up her mind and you can’t change it. You’re the same way,” interrupted Lacie as she stepped in.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning.” Kimberly smiled at the two girls.

“You just make sure you don’t overwork yourself, Kimberly,” reminded Lacie.That was enough for now, Tommy willed the information to go away. He'd look up more when he had the time.

         Tommy/Tyranosaur looked up...and caught a jet fighter of alien design square in the face.

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         Ornyk scowled, consulting the magic compass that hung from the golden chain around his neck. He was getting close...good. He didn't care much for deserts. Too hot, too dry. He'd much prefer to be in a jungle or a cave, where it was at least humid enough to breathe without getting a lungful of dust. Of course, he knew better than to actually breathe here, his kind were meant to breathe to nitrogen/oxygen atmosphere of Gamma Class planets, not the methane cloud that surrounded this place. Being a magical entity, he didn't NEED to breathe, but old habits died hard, and it'd be a relief to get what he was here for and go home. What exactly he was looking for...he sighed. At this point, the main reason he was still going was to find out just what in Creoa's name it was.