Just before Stripetail could open the door, it burst open from the other side. A small ice blue dragon stood at the now very open doorway. 'I'm looking for a "Squirrel mage",' she said, looking about the room with intruige. Her eyes fixed upon Stripetail. 'Aha! Wait... you look familiar. Have we uh... met before?'

Glacia rubbed her head. 'Woah, Deja Vu. Aw well, happens all the time. Name's Glacia, and I was looking for you. I was told you might have some answers to what exactly is going on around here. I should probably tell you my story first, though...'

Glacia explained in short detail how she and her brother Incendia had arrived through an invention known as the Time Traveling Toaster. All that she knew was that it had a tendancy to throw the brother and sister duo into situations that were either bizarre, dangerous, awesome... or all of the above.

'Commander!? This squirrel mage person thing is a commander?' Glacia's face went a little bit pale. 'Why do I have a bad feeling about this?'

'I have a funny feeling in my tummy,' Incendia said.

They arrived shortly after at the first floor, and Glacia was more than happy to push her brother into the arms of one of the doctors.

'What happened to him?' The doctor asked.

'Toaster to the head,' Glacia said.

Incendia looked up at the doctor. 'Are you THE doctor? I liked that show, Tom Baker was my favourite. The best part was when that alien popped out his chest... no, wait.'

The doctor was quick to conclude a mild concussion, and the little orange dragon was given some ice, a bandage across the head, and told to get some bed rest. Glacia was glad to have her burden of a brother taken off her for the moment, though she breathed a sigh of relief when she was told he would be fine in a few hours. 'You worry me sometimes, little brother.'

'Purpose?' Glacia said. 'Uh... well here's the thing. We kinda don't have a reason for being here. We just found ourselves here. One minute we were on board this starship trying to fix our Time Travelling Toaster and get back home... and the next thing we knew we're inside a closet, and I hate closets.'

'I like cats. They taste delicious,' Incendia added.

'Please ignore him, he has a concussion. Speaking of which, could one of you please point us to either a doctor... or a "squirrel mage", we were told that they would have answers to what this place is. I mean, it's not like we're going anywhere at the moment.' Glacia turned to her brother and gave him a cold stare. 'Our only means of FINALLY getting home was broken... again. And, now we're stuck at square one once more.'

'I don't want to marry the microwave,' Incendia said, stumbling a bit. 'I already married the space turtle. Where's the spoon?'

Incendia clutched at his face. 'Oh no, facehugger! Get it off get it off GET IT OFF,' he screamed, flying backwards and tripping over an inconveniently placed lamp. 'I don't want to be in Aliens again!'

'Not the welcome I was expecting,' Glacia said to the ghost, ignoring her brother. 'Are you friend, foe, or comedy relief? Answer quickly, my belly fills with ice breath as we speak, and you wouldn't want to cop a load of that... trust me.'

It should be noted at this point that yes, Glacia is a dragon that breaths ice. Pretty cool, huh? No?

Aww.

Anywho, back onto the plot.

There was this hotel. It was very significant to the plot and such... considering the whole arc was named after it. Refugees from many towns had found shelter within the walls, and soon enough... it received two more.

It was a quiet, empty room... possibly a closet. It had a broom in it, so it probably was. I mean, you don't get brooms in toilets now-a-days... do you?

In a scene that totally ripped of the Terminator movies, there was a flash of light, filling the room with vibrant shades of blue and reflections of a world beyond reality. Teleportation was taking place, possibly even time travel. But that's all jargon, the short story is that two dragons were thrown from the thundering silver sphere of energetic energy.

One was blue, and she rubbed her head shortly after it had collided with a wall. 'Ouch, that hurt.' She looked around the small room. 'A closet,' she deducted from the fact that it was a closet. 'I hate closets. Did I mention I was claustrophobic? No, then... I'M CLAUSTROPHOBIC GET ME OUT OF HERE!'

She heard a groan, and something touched her feet.

'Incendia, is that you?' The female dragon asked.

'Bannanas!' Came the reply.

'Yes, that's Incendia. Right, now to get outta here before I freak out,' she continued, calming herself with deep breaths. She searched the tiny room and found the door handle. It slid open, revealing a poorly lit bedroom. 'That was easier than expected.' She turned to Incendia. 'Right, brother, that's the last time I trust you with the Time Travelling Toaster... say, where is the-'

It was in peices, lying on the ground beside a wild eyed orange dragon.

'YOU BROKE IT! AGAIN!'

'Oh, hello Glacia. I like butterflies.'

It was at this point, Glacia noticed the lump and small trickle of blood from her brothers head. 'Ah, I see what's happened here. The Toaster somehow landed on your head, breaking both it and you.'

'I agree dear Watson! Monkey dishwasher! I want to dance, dance with me Hamlet.'

'Mild concussion, I deduct. Come, let's find you some ice or... a new brain. Wait a second, where are we?'

'Disney Land!'

'Be quiet and follow me, brother.' She led her mildly head-sore brother out of the room and into a hallway. 'Anyone home?' She called.

Thank you very, very much guys. It means a whole bunch to me, it really does. I feel old, though.

Was a good day, though. Me got a whole bunch of presents: about 6 DVDs, a whole bunch of Warhammer, money from the grandparents (gotta love em). Heres to another year of weirdness and video making and chilling out in the most badass little community in existence!

Also... CAKE!

As 12 is my favorite of the later films, and Guido is my personal favorite secondary character... I was hoping for a good review of the movie and not just another slack attempt at movie bashing like some of the previous fellows have tried.

I found this review to be very interesting and insightful. He came from an excellent viewpoint, and pointed out some interesting stuff. As Pokeplayer said, very open minded. A little long for my tastes (seriously, the movie was only just a bit longer, lol), but overall one of the better reviews of this ongoing series.

Glacia made her way into the first court, racquet still in hand, practicing a few swings. She did a few warm up jumps, a bit odd considering she was an ice dragon, but who needs physics...

All she needed to do now was wait for her opponent, Muttley.

meanwhile, Incendia had found a nice comfortable seat. He had also found a hot dog stand, and consumed his newly acquired food with great gusto. 'Oh great and mystical hot dog, wonder of the universe... where would I be without you? Possibly more slim, but whatever... hot dog! Nom nom nom!'

'Righto,' Glacia said. 'That must mean me.' She twirled her racket once more, and struck a pose. Just then, the camera zoomed in, and some awesome posing music started laying. 'Let's do this!'

'Don't make too much of a racquet,' Incendia said, killing the mood entirely.

Glacia just stared, whilst her brother giggled. 'Racquet? Racket? Get it?'

'Can I borrow that frying pan for a sec, brother?'

'Um... sure. Here ya go. But, why would you need the-'

BONK!

'Point taken...' Incendia said, with pan over his head.

'Interesting,' Glacia said. 'You'd be amazed what pops up when you're least expecting it. We've been around, the two of us... for better or worse, and the kinds of danger we've been through together... well, sometimes I think our lives are some sort of adventure. A mix between comedy and the bizarre, given how we get around (usually by accidental interdimentional travel, wormholes, or through rabbit holes).'

She sighed momentarily. 'Actually, this whole venture looks like it's to be one of our calmer adventures. I mean seriously, tennis, what could possibly go wrong?'

Meanwhile, Incendia had returned...with a frying pan in his right hand. 'Hey sis, look what I've found!'

'A frying pan, well done. Pass go and collect two hundred dollars.'

'Can I keep it? I totally didn't steal it or anything!'

'No. Now please take it back before the game begins.'

'Aww, okay.' Luckily, Incendia had cleverly crossed his fingers behind his back, which meant he could keep it... according to him. So instead, he decided to just hide it. Where? You don't want to know.