The man whirled around to look at the path behind him. Dylan huddled near a wall, and held his breath. Brick dug into his back, making the journalist wince. There was a cry, a shout, that sliced through the air. Something was finally going on! Dylan slid from his hiding spot and lifted his camera to take a quick snap shot. What he saw on the screen had his eyes widening, and his mouth falling open. But there was no time to consider it too long. There was a story running away from him.

He picked himself up from the ground and ran. Crouched low to stay out of easy sight, the journalist had to force himself to breathe. Dylan couldn't understand what he saw, but that mattered only a little when faced with the reality of a story. The papers would pay big bucks for something like this, even if he didn't say anything about the odd creature he'd captured on camera.