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Oh, BTW. This whole story is told from Danny's POV.

Aside from me being on guard from the giant prehistoric bird nested not 5 feet from us, we sat there for around an hour doing nothing. Well, for the first fifteen minutes, Zak was showing me some 'music' he made by remixing cryptid noises he'd recorded, and then started talking about… I wasn't paying attention, so can't really say. So yeah, nothing.

I froze the air particles around my ears to stop Zak's voice from banging against my eardrums. I tried focusing on my nightmares, see if I could find a cause for them and, indirectly, a way to end them.

Sometimes at night, I'd lie awake staring into the ceiling fan, which the downstairs light just barely hit on its crawl up the steps, gently stroking whatever the cracked door let it. The room was relatively small, so the rays were enough to reach the center of the room.

I'd try my hardest to keep my eyes fixated on the fan as splotches of black gradually bubbled my vision.

I could hold it for a few seconds until my eyes twitched, and the color would return, only for me to try again and again until my eyes started to burn and I'd be forced to close them and fall asleep, or until Damon Grey called it a day and shut out the light. Whichever came first.

Zak got up all excited and opened what I first thought was just a window, being 100 feet above the ground and all.

A man with about the same physique as Doc flew up to the airship and almost landed on us. "What's up, mini-man, and..."

The new guy's expression turned from happy to assassin. That's when he tackled me. "Jurassic, run! Careful, Zak-man! It's Zak Monday in disguise. Just look at his eyes."

There were around twenty things going through my head at the time.

Who writes these names? Is there a Zak Friday? Are any of the potentially seven Zak's normal? This guy needs deodorant.

I digress, again. I'd unfrozen the air around my ears, but didn't completely turn off my powers, so my eyes were still glowing green. I have got to stop leaving my powers on.

"Easy, Doyle! That's Danny. He's a chimera."

The line worked better on the gorilla. He reluctantly let me go and I could breathe again.

"I've got my eyes on you, bigger mini-man," threatened Doyle.

I was starting to get jealous of all the people that hadn't met Zak. "Uh-huh." I realized after the fact just showing him some of my powers would've eased his suspicions.

Zak brought us back on track. "So, did you bring it?"

Is this express delivery for a Secret Scientist?

"Yeah, but the Amarok was a pain." Doyle pulled out a small object wrapped in cloth from his handbag.

"This one's on Danny," said Zak as he unwrapped what appeared to be glasses.

"Wait, what?" No way I was paying for something I didn't order. Especially after the delivery guy pinned me to the ground.

Almost as if Zak read my mind, he explained. "This is my uncle, Doyle, by the way."

My gaze shifted to the object in Zak's hand.

"This is one of the artifacts Fisk and I found on Ellef Ringnes. Mom called them Crystal Glasses. They're supposed to let you see into the future."

"How far ahead?" Please say ten years, please say ten years.

"Well, no one's been able to actually use them because they're supposed to be what keeps an Amarok asleep." Zak said that without a hint of worry.

I wasn't too fond of mystical artifacts after how much fun the Reality Gauntlet was, but I figured this Amarok was kept asleep for a reason, and wanted the glasses returned as soon as possible. I snatched the glasses from Zak's hand and put them on.