One Little Spark: Part 2

Chapter 2

          At last, the sun is rising far across the distance of the heavens. The smooth gray clouds have shifted into flocks of white fluffy clouds and the dark tones of the night sky have turned from a dark navy blue to a very bright baby blue. The sun fills the nighttime sky with sunshine, casting a large dark shadow of the Dream Machine onto the clouds below them. There is no telling whether the clouds below this airship are the actual ground surface of the Earth of if it is floating very high above the planet.

          Inside the cabin, the smell of coffee is overflowing from the kitchen, to which Figment has willingly made for Dreamfinder. The young dragon sits at the table, staring at the tabletop with his crocodile snout pointing straight down at his breakfast as well as his big yellow eyes darting below him. The sight of Yuna has had just seen last night have got him thinking of all of the things Rachel had previously said of Yuna's presence and what she had said to her. He fidgets his fingers while his tail twitches. If seeing Yuna had not been the cause of Figment's skittish behavior, it would probably that he may have made a little too much coffee. There is just no telling when he might see Yuna again wandering around the Dream Machine again. Even more nervously, there is no telling when he would likely see Rachel roaming around the Dream Machine with Yuna appearing beside her and following her wherever she goes. Additionally, with everything Yuna had mentioned about Dreamfinder and the Tomorrow's Child last night, it had only made Figment feel even more agitated than before. The only problem is that this information is only part of what Yuna had to say, so Figment reluctantly decides to wait a little longer to get all of the rest of Yuna's information he can get before he tells Dreamfinder.

          Rachel, in a slump from last night, slowly walks into the kitchen with a blanket wrapped around her. And in her arms is Algar, still droopy-eyed from his first-ever sleep being alive. His head nudges over upon Rachel's chest, whimpering happily as he manages to make himself comfortable. At the table where Figment is, she fills herself a tall glass of water for herself and sips the glass. Her morning thirst is quenched and entertains herself by rubbing Algar's furry stomach. She glances over to Figment, whose eyes are a tad wider than before. She notices the dragon's eyes dilating with every drop of sweat he manages to break and fall from his head.

"Are you okay, Figment?" Rachel asks.

"Huh?" said Figment with a small grunt in his shock.

"You look like you're freaking out a little. Are you having too much coffee?"

"Uh...no. No, Rachel. I'm fine. I just had a...nightmare. And I might have drank a little too much coffee, too. Wait, I just said I wasn't, didn't I?"

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking coffee, Figment? In fact, how the heck old are you anyway?"

"I'm likely about a hundred years old like Dreamfinder is now, but our journey into imagination to save London from a robot army has us still staying young."

"...Right. I think you should refrain from the coffee for a bit. And what's that you're eating?"

"It's a BLT." said Figment.

"A bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich?" Rachel replied.

"Nope! My favorite: buttercups and lilacs on toast."

"...I will never understand your diet."

"Bark!" Algar exclaims abruptly, panting to his enjoyment of Rachel rubbing him.

"Hey! So what is Algar like?" Figment asks excitedly. "What's he supposed to be?"

"Well, shape-wise, Algar here is part lion on his backside, part eagle on the front, and part dog on the inside."