It's too strong; it's squeezing my neck and I'm losing the capacity to think or to move. I'm desperate for air, that's the only thing I'm capable of affirming to myself; and I scratch the thing, I grab it, but it's not gonna let go. I kick the nothingness, think the obvious. Still hear those voices, echoing my name. All around seems deformed and shaky, spinning, turning upside down.

But I recognize something. Right next to me, guess I touched it minutes ago. Or would it be hours?

I grab it and it's made of metal, cold, wet metal. My hand searches for anything else and I end up touching something cold and plain. "It's the glass" I think.

I kick the glass door, that I used to take the shower. I kick it with all strength I've got, but it's not enough. It won't break like that.

I remember of the shower hose I was holding. I start to hit it on the door multiple times, but I don't even hear the noise.

I stop for a moment and try to ignore the thing suffocating me to death. I hold on to the hose and hit the glass one last time.

I hear a crack. Another crack. I kick it and it breaks in pieces that fall to the ground; but I'm able to grab one of those pieces. I move my hand towards the creature and stab it with the piece of broken glass. It gives a high scream but doesn't let go of my neck. I stab it once more and green blood covers the ground I'm "standing" on.

The relief is immediate, but it seems to hurt even more. The thing turns its body to all sides on the ground, in pain. When I'm about to stab it one last time, I hear a strange noise and smell wood burning.

It all happens in a second: the creature jumps to grab my face, but Haley runs in and cuts it in two halves before it even touches my nose.

I stare at it. I've seen this thing before. But right now all I feel is lack of air and like vomiting or fainting. I could do both. But I won't, I must hold on.

When I look at Haley, she's with her hair all messed up, a part of it covering her face. On her right hand, there's a sword.

"A-a s-s-swo-ord?!" I whisper. I'm still weak.

"Yes. It's decorative." She says, breathless. Then I notice the hole on the bathroom door; she probably opened it with her fire.

At that moment, Fu races in and looks at me, a kind of scared, and turns his head away from me quickly. Then he goes near the shower and sees the dead creature.

"It's..." He begins, without looking at me.

"Yep." I say, this time it sounded better, but my voice is still weak. "A Shadow Dragon."

Haley's jaw drops. "You mean, a REAL one?"

I nod.

Fu thinks for a moment.

"But they kinda faded away when we sent Him to that hell of dimension... Right?!" He is still not looking at me.

"I was counting on that." I say.

"You mean..." Haley speaks. "That He is back? The Dark Dragon?!"

We hear footsteps and Spud walks at a fast pace through the hole, holding and looking at his laptop. As soon as he sees me, his eyes go wide open.

"WOW..." He says as he closes his eyes and turns around, taking a few steps back and standing, making us look at this back.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I think the question is 'what isn't it?'"

Only then I realize: I'm completely naked. I try helplessly to reach for the clothes on the stand, but Haley is faster and hands me a towel.

Fu, who was looking at the opposite way, laughs and scratches his back.

I glare at him, squeezing the towel.

"Anyway..." Spud says. "I have great-" He looks at the shower and sees the dragon. "What is that thing?"

"A Shadow Dragon, member of a species that was used as guards by the Dark Dragon." I say. "Proceed."

"Don't say His name like that!"

"He's a dragon, not Lord Voldemort... PROCEED..."

"Okkie Donkie... I found Jake and Grandpa's location."

We all smile.

"They're at the bay."

"Well..." I say. "That's pretty close."

"The West Bay of Greenland-"

"WHAT?!" We chorus, as he raises his shoulders as if trying to hide his own head between them.

Fu crosses his paws. "Greenland, man are you serious?!"

He nods.

That's when we hear screams. Male screams. But they are coming from the computer.

"Spud..." Haley whispers.

He looks at the laptop, about to cry. "That's coming from the tracker."

"You mean-"

"Don't say it. We all know what it means."

The anger I feel is so strong that it hurts when it goes through my throat, that has just been squeezed. I walk towards Spud and say:

"The Huntsman. The Dark Dragon. It doesn't matter, not anymore, not to me. They are TORTURING them. Torturing US." I walk to the door.

"And I want both DEAD." I say as I turn around and leave the bathroom.

I come back and grab the clothes. "But before I need to change."