As we dodged bullets, I heard the holy sound. I looked up. There it was. Sagan's holy black hole. It will save us. Yes. I jumped into it, squeezing through the tight squeeze and feeling the relief. The sound of ripping started. Oh no. It's ripping. I panic. My dragon senses my panic and swerves around, tossing me side to side. I can't believe this is happening. I fly off the dragon and into the hole. Leaving the dragon behind. I am now again, standing in front of my lord, Sagan. But now, I am covered in blood. From the ripping. He sighs, slowly clapping as his legs swerve in a windmill motion, his eyes cross eyed and handsome.
