Dylan and I traveled towards Hollywood in a similar fashion to the second day. It starts with breakfast and then both of us taking off. I would transform, and Dylan would fly as far as he could. When he was tired he would drop down and ride me, sleeping and occasionally feeding me.

I would then fly as long as possible, which meant into the early night. Then, when I was practically a zombie, we would fly down, I would shape-shift back to human, Dylan would find a nice place to sleep, and I would crash. Dylan kept watch.

This cycle went on for thankfully only a few days. I flew faster with my bigger wings as a raptor, although I had to slow down until Dylan got tired.

By the time the fifth day got around, Dylan and I were flying towards the Hollywood hills, which were in sight. I was extremely grateful, for my long flights were starting to catch up with me.

Now, although the GPS had gotten us to Hollywood, it didn't tell us how to get to the big Hollywood sign. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Currently I was on the very top of a grass covered hill, shading my eyes against the sun and looking around for the sign. How hard could it be to find this big white sign in the middle of a city and hills?

Much harder than you'd think.

"See anything, Dylan?" I called to Dylan, who was looking around with wide eyes.

"Nope."

Then an idea hit me. Not literally, that would hurt, but whatever. "Uh, Dylan? Maybe you could find it with your farsight."

He looked at me and blinked once. I could practically see him thinking, "Oh."

Dylan's face contorted with concentration and his eyes got that glazed look that had annoyed me the first time he used farsight. He blinked again and the look cleared up. "Um, it's somewhere around here," he said, motioning with his hand around.

I snorted, "Well, we knew that. Oh well, keep looking."

Squinting, I looked far and near, up and down. Then, on a whim, I looked down, seeing as I was on the edge of a drop on the hill.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT??!?!

The sign. Was practically. Under. Our. Noses.

I groaned rather loudly at our ability to not spot a simple, huge sign. Dylan heard me and came racing over with a questioning expression on his face. Wordlessly I waved my hand towards the sign below. Dylan let out a moan of exasperation too.

"It was right there this entire time?!" His voice rose to shrill levels.

I nodded. "Yes, Dylan, but we found it, and that's what counts!" Seeing as this settled the argument, I clambered down towards the sign, landing just behind it. I padded over to the H, and… No one was there. Great.

"And it looks like we're alone. No Angel, no Nudge, no Iggy, no Gazzy, and thankfully no Jeb with wings," I said. I sat down in between the bars of the H, waiting for whoever was coming to get us.

Dylan sat down behind me. We waited for a few moments before I inevitably got bored. I slid off my backpack and pulled out my notebook.

In the middle of a battle I was doodling between a ninja and an apatosaur (a long-neck) with wings, Dylan got up. I didn't take notice of this and continued to draw the feathers on the apatosaur until he said, "Spark. They're coming."

I… wasn't really paying attention to the context of which he was meaning and was in my own little world on my doodle… so I replied oh-so-smartly, "What!? The ninjas are coming!? Let me get my dinosaur-" I broke off as I realized what I was saying.

Dylan gave me a funny look, then said, "Okay, first, what the heck?"

I sniggled (Yes, that's an actual word) and replied with, "Well…" and lifting up my drawing so he could see.

After gazing at my lovely work of art for a moment, Dylan gave it back to me. "Okay, that explains a lot… Anyway, the Flock is coming. I won't mention this if you don't pour water on my head while I'm sleeping again, 'kay?"

I hung my head in mock shame. "Yes, O Great One."

He simply rolled his eyes while I stuffed my notebook back in my bag. By the time I had stood up and pulled my backpack on, I could hear the wingbeats of the Flock. I smiled at the sight of all four of them; Iggy, tall and pale; Nudge, energetic and cheerful; Gazzy, hopeful and protective; and finally Angel, the smallest yet dignified member.

They landed and embraced both Dylan and me. Nudge was babbling happily about how awesome being famous was. Angel smiled calmly, and Gazzy grinned widely at us.

Once we finished greeting each other, we flew off, Angel in the lead. "Where are we going?" I shouted towards Angel.

"The hotel," she called back, barely glancing in my direction, "That's where we're staying. I warn you though, there's-"

"We got lotsa paparazzi!" Nudge cut in excitedly.

As she continued to chat about the new life in famousity, Dylan and I exchanged a worried glance. Paparazzi? Well, I guess if anything bad happens (say, get mobbed by reporters) we can simply fly out of there. If that is not an option I could always shape-shift into a Tyrannosaur and scare the pee out of all present. Then I can make a break for it and fight the ninjas! -Wait…

Angel turned and gave me a very funny look. Oops. I guess I forgot to shield my mind… Oh well.

And so, ninjas aside, we flew to the hotel without any incident. No one fell out of the sky, no meteors came and landed on us. But what was I so afraid of?

Well my friends, it was because I was going to face a monster more enthusiastic than squirrels, more horrible than a dragon, and more terrifying than water; Fans.

Okay guys, that was chapter 32! (obviously) Now, I'm really sorry about not updating for so long. I have several reasons for this.

1)Homework. No other explanation needed.

2)My mom kicking me off the computer before I finish a chapter.

3)Lack of ideas

4)My own laziness and procrastination

5) I was working on my other story I'm currently working on, The Difference of Color

So… yeah…

Well, anyway, I hope you enjoyed this! The next update will come sooner, I assure you.