Dillon found himself tucked safely in an old bed. He slowly sat up and suddenly felt a sharp pain shoot up his shoulder. He saw that had a blood stained bandage wrapped around the top half of his right arm, as well as another around his forehead. Also, one of his birth tails felt extremely sore like something hard had fallen on top of it. Damage and debris from the train crash, no doubt. As he tried to piece together what had happened, a sense of unease washed over him as if he was being...