Lily paddled through prehistoric waters, unsure of whether the experience was made surreal by the fact that she could breathe underwater or simply because she was in a familiar yet previously unreachable world. She heard the dragon's voice in her head as she moved deeper into the murky scenery.

'You're doing great, Lily. The movie is starting soon. Be invisible so you don't draw attention to yourself.'

Lily batted her eyes.

"Invisible?"

'You can camouflage. Jesus Christ, how many of your superpowers do you not know about?'

Lily frowned as she changed the color of her skin.

"I know about the camouflage, but this whole underwater thing is new. How did YOU find out?"

'Your mother can do it too, but let's not discuss that right now. Stay focused, and don't interfere. Tell me what you see.'

"Water."

'Very funny. Keep moving until you're in the opening titles. You should be able to see text somewhere. It may be hidden behind the animation they later reused in All Dogs Go To Heaven.'

"What?"

'They copied the bubbles. I bring this up because reused animation is one of the clues I told you about earlier. You'll see a lot of it in this movie, mostly in the larger dinosaurs. But I'll get to that later. For now, make sure you don't screw this up by being seen. If you do, try to at least screw up in a way that allows some deleted scenes to make it to the real world- by which I mean your fictional world. This is fiction within fiction, don't forget . . .'

"I see the titles."

'Swim towards them.'

Lily twisted her spine like a mermaid, or perhaps like a manatee, since she was rather pudgy. She wove through a bale of turtles, trying not to touch them in the process.

'Those turtles will come into play later. Kind of. You'll see. This is a good time to test the waters, so to speak, since we won't be reaching the intense stuff for a few minutes. That's where the meat of the lost footage used to be.'

Lily crawled onto a beach, then explored the surrounding area. After a few minutes of wandering, she came across a baby Cera, who rammed her head into her parents' snouts. Lily was reminded of her own rambunctious childhood, when she would impulsively charge random objects in her path, only to bang her head without making a dent in the target. She recalled her mother licking her cheek when she began to cry, which made her feel a little better. She would then point to the object that had collided with her skull (the other way around, actually), and her mother would give an understanding nod. Lily was satisfied knowing that her mother understood the guilt of the object in question in an almost cosmic sense. It was unfair that it had been created too dense for Lily's cranium.

For a brief moment, Lily wondered if this whole mission was just another solid object she was attempting to take on without considering the consequences, but she shook the thought in order to focus on her potential (hopefully likely) victory.

She soon came across Littlefoot, freshly hatched. He gurgled and looked up at his mother with loving eyes. Lily cocked her head and sat down with a worried mien.

"He's so happy . . . He doesn't know . . ."

'And you can't tell him. Don't blow this, Lily.'

She stared at the baby longneck for a little while longer, then signed.

"Alright. I think I'm ready for a challenge."

'Good girl. The narrative moves forward in time after this scene, so I'll allow you to jump ahead. Whatever you do, don't interfere.'

Lily watched as Littlefoot nestled into his mother's scales. She took a deep breath and turned away.

"I won't."