Well, after we decided to check on Cynder, we crept up the stairs and into the hallway. We stepped on the fourth floor and walked to the first door. It was cracked, not entirely open. I knocked on it.

"Is it okay if we come in?"

We heard talking but we couldn't make it out. I guess Cynder was trying to let us in while Spyro did not. Finally we heard Spyro call for us.

"It alright."

We open the door the rest of the way. We saw Cynder covered in a comforter, holding paws with Spyro.

"It's okay, honey. We all get sick once in our lives."

Cynder smiled under that pale, sick dragon look. It didn't last too long, her stomach growled and she held it.

"Your stomach upset?" I asked.

Cynder nodded as she held her stomach.

"Ugh… Spyro, I feel like I'm going to throw up…." Cynder groaned

"We need a container Cynder can use if she…" John cleared his throat. "…gets sick."

"Great observation… but what."

"A hollow log?" John asked.

"Yes, sure it'll have to be closed from one side."

"Unused wood from the chopper."

"Great, let's get to work."

Steve, Spyro and Cynder watched John and I leave.

"And there he goes…" Steve whispered to himself. "Making one of his many ideas a reality. In fact one of his "Ideas" is why we are here in the first place."

"What?" Spyro asked.

"Nothing."

Steve stood there for a minute and watch Spyro hold Cynder's paw with one paw and rub her head with the other.

"Oh…" Cynder grabbed her waist. "They better get their hollow log thing done soon."

"Steve." Spyro said. "You should help DT get a log."

"Ok."

Steve walked to the door, but before he could open it. A red and pink dragon came barging in.

"Spyro!" Flame screeched

"What?"

"We came as soon as Sparx told us what's happening." Ember said

"Sparx?" Spyro turned away. "I thought I told him NOT to tell anybody else."

"Oh he he whoops…. I thought you said to tell everyone, sorry bro."

"Yea yea, who else did you tell?"

"Well, there's Bolt and Aqua, they can't fly that fast, so…."

"Right…" Spyro said as he looked towards Cynder. She giggled. Then, Flame and Ember took notice.

"Woah, you look terrible."

"Flame! Don't be rude."

"Whoops, sorry."

Cynder rolled over facing Ember and Flame.

"Hey, guys." She said rather quietly. Her stomach growled again. She rubbed it this time. "Ugh….." she groaned.

"I don't feel good you guys."

"We know that's why we are here."

Suddenly two more dragons came running in.

"Bolt, Aqua you came." Spyro said.

"Sorry, we were slow I had to go easy for Aqua." Bolt said tapping foreheads with her.

"It's okay."

After done chatting they looked to the bed.

"Gee Cynder, you look…."

"Don't say it Bolt!" Ember interrupted.

"Ok."

They walked to the bed.

"So how bad is it?"

"Are you okay?"

"How many times did you vomit?"

After someone asked that the room went silent.

Finally, we came back up with our vomit bucket. We walked in the door to find the room was crowded with dragons.

"Oh hey guys we just… made Cynder a bucket."

"For what?"

We started to hear gagging so John rushed the bucket to Spyro's bedside. Cynder leaned over the bed and threw up in the bucket.

"That…" I said pointing at her. Cynder laid back down.

"I'm truly sorry to say, but Cynder needs to rest. You should get home." Spyro said.

"Ok can, we come back?" Flame asked.

"Well, I'll have to decide."

"Okay, bye Spyro, get well soon, Cynder." Yelled both Ember and Flame.

"Bye you two." Aqua said. Bolt was already out the door.

By now we were back in our room, just well…. Sitting around. The dragon peeked in and said good-bye to us. Spyro stopped rubbing Cynder's forehead.

"Alright you get rest, I'll be in bed in a couple of hours."

"Alright, I'll try to sleep."

"Well, goodnight, sweetie."

"Goodnight, Spy."

Spyro walked out of the room and blew Cynder a kiss. She smiled and then Spyro silently and carefully closed the door. He stood at the door for a moment and walked away. He was walked his way into our room. John and Steve were outside and I was getting ready to go outside with them. Then I noticed Spyro, he had a troubled look on his face.

"Something worrying you Spyro?"

"No, no."

"Come on Spyro, I know that look."

"I…I'm worried for Cynder."

"It'll be fine. Maybe it's a bug."

"I love her… I care for her…I"

"Spyro I know you spend every day with her."

"I now you are worried, promise you'll tell me if it get's worse, and I'll do something about it.

"Like what?"

"Not too sure yet…Tell you what come outside with me and the boys. To calm you down ease your mind."

"Ok."

So Spyro followed me outside. Once we were in the field, John and Steve noticed us.

"Hey, Spyro!"

"Yo, Spy."

They walked up to him and asked if he wanted to watch us test fly our helicopter.

"I'll be glad to."

So we went behind a bush.

"Steve back seat." I commanded.

"Alright join, commence safety check list."

"Roger."

"Control stick?"

John gave the controls a giggle and watched the flaps.

"Go."

"Peddles."

John peddled and the blades spun.

"They are go."

As we did the checklist Spyro sat in the grass, waiting for our chopper to hit the air. He looked towards his room wandering if Cynder was okay.

"Last but not least."

"The chopper's landing suspenders are go."

"How'd you know?"

"Trust me, I known you for so long."

I chuckled.

"Alright, W.H go flight."

"W.H.?"

"It's short for Wooden Heli."

"Cool I like it. W.H go flight."

After that we peddled fast and off the ground. We rose from behind the bushes and conducted the basic test.

We flew by the balcony. Cynder smiled as we flew by.

"Oh goodness DT, I still don't know how you do it." She whispered to herself.