The rest of Sunday was a blur for Kaz and Cynder. As late afternoon rolled in, they spent the rest of the day touring the house Kaz and his family resided within. From toasters to showers, and all in between, Cynder's head was about to burst from the explosion of information that had invaded her brain.

Besides another brief scare when Kaz's parents had returned home (thank goodness for Cynder's ability to disappear in the shadows, especially as the sun began to set), everything had gone as smoothly as both could have hoped. One would have thought that Cynder had lived in this strange new world her entire life, such was the level of detail that Kaz had graciously explained to her.

Cynder had also explained a little more about what it was like under the influence of Malefore, with Kaz adding onto how the games he had played seemed to portray the exact same things that she had explained. It had also left them to question how long Cynder had been in either her own world or in the theoretical wormhole, due to the final game being released over 10 years after Spyro and Cynder's victory.

The turmoil on Cynder's face was evident, but she insisted on continuing her explanation of events.

"It's the least I can do, and I have to get it off my chest somehow. I didn't manage to get through everything i've experienced without a strong face." said Cynder after excusing her lapse in emotions.

As the night settled in, Kaz was able to sneak in some Chicken from dinner for Cynder, who herself had created a makeshift nest out of blankets in Kaz's thankfully large closet.

"You humans sure know how to prepare good food" Cynder stated between bites. Kaz just grunted in agreement, too busy scouring over clickbait articles about time travel and whatnot. Even though it seemed as if he had found all he could, it didn't hurt to spend a bit more time on the subject.

"Oh, Kaz? I'd like to tell you something" Cynder continued, finally grabbing the attention of the teen.

"And what's that?"

"I'd just like to thank you again, for the hospitality you've provided me. I can't think of what could've happened to me if someone less gracious had found me".

"Again, it's no problem, i'd say it's probably one of the coolest things to ever happen to me. You've been a great person...er-dragon to talk to" said Kaz, flashing a cheeky smile at her as he got out of his chair.

Cynder herself got up to brush the remnants of cooked chicken off of her, stretching a bit as well. "Any luck finding something else to help us out?"

"Unfortunately, no. Theoretically, we know how exactly the wormhole brought you here. Then again, that's just supposed to be science-fiction, and we don't know the trigger point for the wormhole as well. I don't really know any following plan of action either, considering the crystal you spawned out of obviously isn't here anymore…".

The look of displeasure on Cynder's face was obvious, but only for a brief moment.

"Well, i'm sure you've done all you could, and i couldn't be more thankful for that" said Cynder with her own half-hearted smile.

"I guess so…" Kaz trailed off.

"..."

"..."

A lone fly buzzed through the room

"Anyways" said Kaz, "How about I show you another sport that people play here" as he picked up the remote for his tv and pressed of the power button, before flipping through the local channels.

"Crawford chases the high fastball and it remains 1-2" was soon heard from the tv.

"And this is called…?"

"Baseball. The most exciting and boring thing you'll ever see" Kaz said, as he grabbed his San Francisco Giants hat from his nightstand.

"BOOM! LETS FUCKING GO!" Kaz yelled, as Brandon Crawford smashed the ball down centerfield at the end of a slugest, 17-inning game, with Joe Panik subsequently being able to reach home plate and win the game for the Giants over the Cincinnati Cardinals. "HELL YEA!" Kaz shouted again as he fistpumped in the air. Cynder however, already half-asleep from the the mind-numbing "commercials" as Kaz had called him, much less impressed and yet slightly amused by the boy's enthusiasm."

"KAZ! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT LANGUAGE IS THIS HOUSE?!" yelled a VERY pissed father from upstairs, startling Cynder and making Kaz immediately switch to a poker face. "ITS 10:30! GO TO SLEEP! YOU HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW AND I WILL NOT BE DRIVING YOU IF YOU'RE LATE FOR YOUR TRAIN" yelled his mother as well.

A meek "sorry" escaped Kaz's lips, although a slight smile crossing his facial features shortly after.

In a quieter voice, Cynder broke the silence that followed. "I'll say, "Baseball" doesn't seem to bad of a thing to watch...when there's actually something happening."

"Yeah, it's honestly a lot more interesting to watch in person, and it doesn't help that this game went over by so many extra innings. I'd bring you to one, but obviously that isn't happening considering the way people would react" Kaz replied with a frown. "And speaking of that, I can't keep you inside of here forever."

Cynder had a frown of her own. Kaz had already explained to her that many people would be eager to study and experiment of her, and the international attention she could draw as a supposedly fictional character and mythical being that from their world existing could change the shape of humanities future as a whole, something she definitely didn't want to get swept up in considering she had already been caught in enough world changing events in her own universe.

"With all you've been able to provide, I think that'll be fine for me to wait inside your home before you figure things out" responded Cynder finally. "Do recall, i may be pressed for time right now, but i've already experienced what being bold and brash will get me into."

"Thanks" said Kaz in response. "I suppose i'll dwell on it soon enough. For now though, we need to figure out a game plan for what you're going to do with me being gone at school tomorrow."

"Speaking of that school you attend, could you explain more about your education system? I really do find it fascinating to have enough social stability to keep children in one place for so long" asked Cynder.

"Ah, well basically everything is taught by formal by professionals who earn a license in teaching, from higher up institutes that are for adults. The main subjects taught are literature, mathematics, and sciences, with other, smaller subjects sprinkled between and which are optional for students to take. Each teacher usually specializes in on subject" Kaz stated. "It's not the greatest thing in the world, but without the system humanity has been able to build around education of youth, we wouldn't have been able to achieve all we have done throughout the course of human history."

"Wow, that pretty amazing. Is it free?" replied Cynder.

"In a sense. Here we pay for public services with taxes. They're quite high , but that allows for the funding of so many things the general public can access. However, do actually become qualified for most jobs, you have to attend university, or college, which are usually private institutions and cost lots of money. I'd assume you have taxes in your own world?"

"I believe Spyro did mention something about that…" Cynder responded, a grimace etching onto her features as she said the purple dragon's name. "He always went off about how his elders had lots of 'breaks' from the system due to their status."

"Oh believe me, there are many people here who benefit from the same thing' responded Kaz.

Something something rich people sneezing and/or feeling unsettled.

"And why aren't you at school everyday then?" Cynder pressed on.

"Besides the point that many would be burned out by the workload if they had school everyday, here we follow a five day work week and a two day break at the conclusion of the week, which is built into our calendar system. Most people with government jobs and non-essential service jobs get those two days off."

"Interesting…" replied Cynder. "I've never heard of a system that mandated when people worked."

"I'd assume most people in your society work more independently?" Kaz asked.

"Yes, at least I think so. It certainly seems like we're a lot less advanced in terms of innovation compared to what everyone here has achieved" Cynder responded.

"Well, i'm not that surprised, we've only been able to innovate this fast in the past 300 years of existence" said Kaz with a shrug. "From what you've explained, your own world reminds me a lot of the more Medieval period of humanity."

"Medieval?"

"Just a fancy word for middle ages, or the time period before our so-called 'Age of Discovery'."

"Ah, I see."

Another pause.

"And so how long shall you be gone?" continued Cynder.

"You guys use minutes and hours as time measurement right?" asked Kaz.

"Correct."

"Then i'll be gone from around 8 in the morning to 16 o'clock in the afternoon. My parents usually leave at the same time but aren't home until 18 o'clock. You should have enough freedom to go out into our backyard and stretch if you need, I don't think anyone can see you back there anyways considering most people will be gone at work or school as well."

"For sure. My wings are getting quite sore being all cooped up in here, no fault to your own" said Cynder, unfurling her leathery, bat-like wings a bit, and making sure not to knock anything over.

"Well, i guess i'll let you know before I leave, but for now its getting pretty late" said Kaz, glancing over to his clock.

"I suppose so, i'm quite tired myself with everything that's been revealed and opened up to me in the past twenty-four hours" replied Cynder, a small yawn escaping her muzzle, to the amusement of Kaz.

"I'll go change into my pajamas, make yourself comfortable."

"Pajamas?" said Cynder with curiosity.

"Just night clothing to sleep in. And don't even question it, I don't understand much of society's clothings standards either."

"Whatever you say" replied Cynder in a half-sarcastic response.

"Ya know" said Kaz, ignoring her remark, "I kinda find it weird that i've known you for only a day, it'd seem with all we've learned about each other, we've known eachother forever."

"Agreed" stated Cynder "And while i'm not in the best predicament overall, i'm glad we're getting along."

"For sure, goodnight Cynder, i'll make sure to do my best in helping you out." said Kaz, as he walked out of his room and to the bathroom to change.

"Goodnight to you as well, and again, thank you" Cynder responded, slinking into her blanket nest in Kaz's closet, not before throwing in another pillow onto it before settling down. The click of the bathroom lock was faintly picked up by Cynder's ears.

'To wherever you are Spyro...sweet dreams.'

By the time Kaz had walked back in, Cynder was already sound asleep.

Yeeting on a skeet, i'm back boys and girls! I finally found the motivation to write again as my senior year in high schools finished up. I apologize for such a long wait for this chapter, but I hope you all have enjoyed it. Future character plot development is going to speed up a bit from here, because honestly I don't think having 12k words for one day of story is viable for me. Let me know if you have any suggestions for the future of the story. Onto the next chapter!