Littlefoot woke up to the sound of scratching in the earth. He squeezed his eyes shut discomforted by the sound, but it continued.

"Ducky, Petrie, could you please stop it? I'm trying to sleep."

No answer.

Littlefoot cracked open his eyes. He suddenly gave a start as he noticed the blind black dragon in front of him, scratching something in the dirt, the realization of where he was suddenly hitting him as he noticed the rest of the sharptoothed dragons laying around him. The only others up were Glory and Ducky.

"I think I might have a plan to get you back to your world," Starflight was saying, "And this sketch here shows how we're going to do it."

Littlefoot stepped up to look at Starflight's "sketch" a series of nearly incomprehensible, unconnected lines.

"I do not understand this sketch," Ducky said, "Not at all."

"Uh yeah," Glory said, "Sketching may not be your best attribute, ever since this…" she gently tugged his blindfold, "happened."

"Okay, okay, I know," said Starflight, "But I think I know what's going on."

By now, the others were beginning to stir, Sunny came up to them with a yawn. "It's not Starflight's problem he can't draw, and I'm sure he'll get the hang of it with more practice."

Starflight looked at Sunny gratefully.

"Okay," said Starflight, sensing everybody was already up, "Gather around, I think I know what's going on."

"Can we hurry," Clay said, "So then we can eat breakfast."

Spike grunted his enthusiasm at that.

"Fine," Starflight said, "Lecture first, then breakfast."

Tsunami rolled her eyes.

"Okay," said Starflight, pointing at his sketch, nobody knew what they were looking at, or even if he was even pointing at what he intended, but they just went along with it, figuring he'd explain, "What I think happened is that you slipped into our Universe through a weak spot in yours. According to popular theory, there are millions and millions of different Universes and realities out there. Often, they pass through eachother and share the same space. Now you don't notice this because the matter of our reality and the matter of the other reality phase through eachother at completely separate frequencies if you will that are virtually undetectable by eachother. But what happens is that sometimes there are weak spots between these realities and sometimes they cause the two realities to phase into eachother, converting the energy of one into an energy that is compatible with the other. This is completely harmless and allows the realities to build a gateway into eachother, a portal if you will. Unfortunately, these are often in hard to reach locations due to certain elements being required to fuel this energy conversion. But if we could find a way to get you back up that waterfall you came down, it's simple, just pass through the portal, and you're in your own world."

Tsunami was looking at Starflight, "And you think that's any more plausible than an animus just building a gateway from here to there?"

"It's a working theory," Starflight said, "Besides, what motive could an animus possibly have for bringing these five here."

"And where did you even here this theory?" Tsunami asked.

"I thought of it while I slept." Starflight replied frankly.

"You dreamt the whole thing up!" Cera cried, "Then what makes you think this will even work? For all we know, we are putting our only hopes on your dreams!"

"Great," Petrie groaned, "We'll be stuck here forever."

"Hey," said Sunny, "Starflight's smart. Plus he reads a lot. If anybody knows how to get you back to your world, it's him."

"Starflight is kind of smart," Clay admitted grudgingly, hoping it wouldn't lead to another too long of a lecture before they could get breakfast.

"I'm sure we can trust them," Ducky said, "These new friends are nice."

Littlefoot smiled down at Ducky, then looked back up at the dragons, "It couldn't hurt to try it, we'll just have to retrace our steps from yesterday."

"I'm all for that," said Clay, "But could we please have breakfast first?"

The others looked at eachother and nodded.

"What are you having for breakfast?" Littlefoot curiously asked Glory.

Glory shrugged, "I'm going to see if there are any barriers, the others will probably find some eggs."

"Eggs?" Littlefoot gasped, reminded of their conversation last night.

"Not dragon or dinosaur eggs," Glory clarified, "bird eggs."

"Actually," said Starflight, "I've been thinking, and I think birds might actually be a close relative to these dinosaurs, some even claim that birds are a type of dinosaur. That is what are new friends are, right? Dinosaurs?"

Littlefoot just gulped, "You know, I think we'll pass."

With that, him and the others went to gather up some treestars for their breakfast.

As they were eating, they were interrupted by the sound of a frantic flapping of wings. They looked up into the sky to see a dragon, all white, making its way toward them. He dropped next to them, panting in exhaustion, but also frantic to spread the news.

"Prince Winter?" Glory asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I can't believe it's you," Winter panted, "At Sanctuary… It's like nothing we've seen before. We need backup."

The young dinosaurs exchanged glances. Sharptooth?