Fred leaps through the door, seconds before it closes on him. He finds himself in a nursery. Ten stainless steel cribs, scattered haphazardly around the room. In all ten lay humanoid babies. Scaled babies. All sleeping soundly. With every exhaltation tiny jets of flame would shoot out of their nostrils and gills on the sides of their necks. Fred looked around. Quite naturally the only other door is on the far side of the room.
|
7/6/2002 1:34:59 PM
Extending Enabled
21485865 episodes viewed since 9/30/2002 1:22:06 PM.