Noon becomes midnight in the pounding rainstorm, and Liam opens the door. “Maybe a tree crashed down?”
The boy’s flashlight reveals a soaked girl in his backyard. Their eyes meet.
“Please, help us!” she cries.
Above the child’s tiara looms a panting dragon.
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