Somewhere in Colorado...
Fang awoke with a start. He had this horrible dream: Flyboys were chasing him, alone, in the middle of New York City. He tried to outrun them -- even taking the subway -- but they caught up with him. As he tried to fly away from his death, he suddenly noticed something as he passed by a store.
His wings were, absurdly, not there.
But it had all been a dream. He checked his back for his wings, and there they were, perfectly fine, not a feather out of place.
Everything else wasn't, however. He felt that it was too quiet.
Too dang quiet.
He flew down his tree and his worst suspicions were confirmed. Somehow, he just... knew.
"Dammit!" he screamed, punching the tree with his right fist. It was no good; his knuckles were now bloodied and splinters of wood were stuck on it.
Frustration overwhelmed him at this point. Why did they kidnap the others? he thought. Why was I left alone?
Just then, he heard a familiar voice saying, "What did you punch my tree for, Fang?".
It was Total.
Fang grunted, not wanting to say anything at the moment. Instead, he was thinking -- thinking of what he should do.
Thinking how much he missed the Flock already, especially Max.
He sighed, then flew up to Total's tree and tucked him under his arms. "We're rescuing them, Total. The School's got 'em."
For once, Total was unable to say anything.
And they flew away in silence.