The airships clung close to the cavernous ceiling as Charles and his forces advanced toward their destination. Suddenly, Charles snapped awake upon hearing a loud bang. Lying underneath the spider-silk blanket, he gasped for air as cold sweat drenched his forehead.0

"What's wrong? Is your head hurting again?" A delicate, soft hand reached out from beneath the blankets to gently pat Charles' chest.0

Swallowing dry saliva, Charles grabbed the hand and squeezed it lightly. "It's nothing. Just a nightmare."0

Anna scooted closer. "Since it's a nightmare, don't dwell on it too much. We'll be arriving at our destination in another six hours. You'll be home soon. Once we are back on the surface, what are your plans? Do you plan to continue your studies or...1