Everything was foggy and blurry. Zak stood up where he'd fallen down. Then he called for his family. "Mom! Dad! Fisk? Anyone?" No one replied.

Even though his eyes were closed, Zak was controlling Komodo. He didn't even know it until the dragon jumped on top of him. "I'm up, I'm up!" Zak cried out.

"You already slept enough yesterday." Drew pointed out. "Now you're sleeping through Thanksgiving?"

"That's today?" Zak moaned. He pulled the cover over his head. "I don't want to go this year."

"But you've gone every other year. Last year, the year before that, when you were 10, and on to when you were 6 when you wet your pants and had to go back to the airship."

"Mom, I'm a teenager now. It seems really childish to go this year." Zak complained. "And I got lost last year. I was screaming when you found me."

"Zak, if you're that worried about getting lost, we'll tie a rope to you. But you're still going."

Zak groaned for the one-hundred thirtieth time. "Why do we go to Ben MacDui every year? It gives me the creeps."

Then he heard some one screaming. That was when he realized that his mother was replaying the recording she took the year before, and that it was himself screaming his head off. They always brought a video camera along to record every moment. "Mooooom!" Zak whined.

It was another tradition that they played the recording from last Thanksgiving, but this was the most embarrassing. "We have to review it. Anyways, it's nothing to be ashamed of, even when you had no idea why you were screaming." Drew smiled. The recording went on to the part where Zak realized he was being recorded.

"Mom, turn that off!" the recorded Zak yelled.

"Oh, that was just pathetic, Miniman." Doyle walked up to Zak on the recording. Then it ended.

"Did we have to bring uncle Doyle that year?" Zak groaned.

"Of course, he missed out on the year before." Drew stated. "And because of what he did earlier, he's missing this year's as well."

Zak continued to gripe as he got out of the airship and started up the mountain. But soon he was too exhausted to complain any more. Half-way up, they stopped to rest. "Zak, don't wander off." Doc ordered as Zak was eating a turkey sandwich.

"Why do you think I'd wander off?" Zak wondered. That was when he noticed his mom talking to Fiskerton. "Wait, are you leaving me alone for once?"

"Leaving you alone with Fiskerton." Doc corrected. "We're going back down the mountain."

"What? Why?" Zak stuttered.

"We know you're scared Zak, so we're leaving you here to settle your fears." Doc explained. "Also, you just ate your seventh sandwich without noticing it."

"I'm really exhausted, okay! I'm trying to get my energy up." Zak griped.

"Well, that means we have to get more food."

Once his parents were gone, Zak curled up into a ball. "Fisk, this is exactly why I'm scared of this place!" he confessed to the lemurian, which confused him.

"Zak, we just ran out of food. We have to go gather some more. You'll be fine on your own, right?" Drew hoped. Zak nodded, thinking he could handle being alone.

But then he wandered away from the camp his parents had set up. Soon, he was lost. He looked back, and all he saw was fog. No camp, nothing. Then he lost track of time. He kept glancing back, trying to find where his tracks were, and didn't see the creature. He didn't expect to run into it. either.

"I really don't remember anything about what happened that day except for the climb up the mountain and running into the 'Fear Liath Mor'. Or at least I think that was what it was." Zak read the cryptipedia. Fiskerton just seemed to be more confused. The lemurian didn't even seem to be looking at him. "Come on, what are you so interested in?" When he turned in the direction Fiskerton was looking, his blood went cold, and he fainted.

"Bad idea, I get it." Drew waved her hand in front of Zak as he regained consciousness.

"Fear Liath!" Zak screamed and sat up.

"That defiantly was not a good idea to leave you alone. Maybe we shouldn't come back next year for Thanksgiving." Drew decided.

"Great!" Zak exclaimed happily. "So where will we go?"

"We still have to go somewhere with cryptid activity." Drew pointed out. "How about somewhere warmer?"