Tama of Tomeowrrow

Stuck

"If Neron wanted Mr. Constantine dead, he would have killed him on the spot," Nyssa commented, her voice steady but concerned.

"He must need something from him. We have to find them before he can get what he wants," Sara replied.

"Who knows what he's doing in Ray's name or his perfectly grass-fed organic butter body?" Nate huffed, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.

"If Haircut's even there," Mick grumbled, skepticism etched on his face. "We don't know that Ray is gone."

"Look, everybody just breathe. Gideon's already on it," Sara sighed, her eyes scanning the room.

"I've attuned the magic-o-meter to Constantine's frequency. When he uses his abilities, I can zero in on his location," Gideon informed us, her voice calm yet authoritative.

"And what do we do until then?" Nate questioned, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently.

"Stress eat," Zari deadpanned, her expression unchanging.

"Drink," Mick quipped, lifting an eyebrow. "Yeah, how'd you lot survive until now?" Charlie added, taking a swig from their flask, a glint of mischief in their eye.

"Look, until we get an alert, we wait," Sara ordered, her tone brokering no argument.

"Right, we wait. I gotta go clear my head," Nate sighed, pushing off the wall and leaving the bridge in search of solitude.

II raised my tail, gesturing to the massive egg that dwarfed my feline body—the egg that Zari and Nate had acquired during their impromptu date night yesterday. "One question: why am I in charge of the egg? You do know I'm a cat, right?" I huffed.

"Well, it's a magical egg, and you're a magical cat, duh," Sara said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes, exasperated, and picked up the egg with my shadow, the dark tendrils wrapping around it gently but firmly. With a leap, I jumped down from the central console and made my way toward the lab.

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Nate played cheerful music through the lab, humming along as he set up the egg's incubator. The upbeat tunes filled the air, creating a surprisingly light atmosphere amid the weight of our current predicament.

"Huh, I always took you to be more Springsteen than The Rite of Spring," Zari commented as she sauntered into the lab, eyebrows raised in playful disbelief.

"It's not for me. I read that classical music is good for babies," Nate chuckled, not missing a beat as he adjusted the incubator's settings.

"Wow, this is very, um, impressive," Zari observed, her gaze sweeping over the glass container designed to protect the egg.

"Yeah, I found a book about dragons in Constantine's collection," Nate gestured to the book lying open on the table. "The egg must incubate under the mother at her body temperature lest the egg expire."

"Yeah, I'm not gonna sit on that thing," Zari replied with a mock shiver.

"I figured as much. That's why I got a Tama," Nate said, lifting me up by my scruff. "Mreow" I grumbled in protest but quickly settled down when he placed me gently on the egg. I curled around the shell, feeling its warmth radiate against my fur.

"Hey, the egg's gonna be okay. I know it," Zari called out, her tone soothing.

"Wait till Ray sees that we have a dragon," Nate smiled, his enthusiasm contagious.

"He's gonna love it," Zari agreed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Just then, Gideon's voice chimed in. "I've picked up an alert with Constantine's magical signature."