[Fletcher shows up looking... very confused and disoriented.]
Mr... Mr. Hughes...? Miss Hawkeye...?
[A pause.]
M-Mr. Mustang...? This doesn't look like home...
[There's a chirp from over his shoulder and Fletcher turns to see a
silver dragonhawk hovering by him. His face lights up and he hugs the dragonhawk closely.] Dart! You came with me! You
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