Faroe Islands, 2029:
Nessie's holophone rang (cellular phones had been replaced by holophones a few years earlier) and an image of Moya was projected before the group's eyes.
"What do you need, Moya?" asked Nessie.
"How long do you think it would take you to get back to Tara?" Moya asked.
"I don't know. Jeroen needs his rest tonight," replied Nessie.
"I think you'll want to come back right away," said Moya.
"Why?" asked Nessie.
"There's someone here you've been wanting to see," replied Moya, "and someone else here you really need to meet."
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Meanwhile, over the Canadian Arctic:
"Are we heading toward the Faroe Islands?" asked Jim.
"Not quite," replied Yukon, "Actually, it's a bit farther."
"Can you give me a little hint?" asked Jim.
"OK, do you remember the movie 'Gone with the Wind'?" said Yukon.
"Yes, I do," replied Jim.
"Well," said Yukon, "It's also the name of Scarlett O'Hara's place."
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Back in the Faroe Islands:
Nessie handed the holophone to Jeroen.
"Hello, Moya," said Jeroen.
"Jeroen," asked Moya, "are you up to coming back here right away?"
"Yes," replied Jeroen, "as long as someone brings Guinness."
"Oh, we'll be sure to have some ready for you," replied Moya.
"OK, then, you've got it," said Jeroen just before Moya terminated the call.
Jeroen looked at the group. "OK, let's load back up," he said.
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Much later that same day, somewhere over the North Atlantic:
The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving just a tinge of purple in the far western sky. Stars were twinkling everywhere.
From somewhere behind Jeroen and the group, there was an approaching, thunderous sound, reminiscent of some sort of large aircraft. Soon, the sound was above them, and seemed to be keeping pace with them.
"Sounds like we've got company," said Jeroen, "Let me give him a little flame to let him know we're here."
A fountain of blue flame erupted from Jeroen's nostrils. This was answered with a much larger flame from whatever was flying above them.
"It's a Polar," said Jeroen, "I wonder who it is?"
The big Polar descended until it was flying beside Jeroen. The two dragons began blowing sequences of long and short flames back and forth. They were communicating in Morse Code.
"He says his name is Yukon," said Jeroen, "and he has a rider. Some old man he picked up in the Canadian Arctic. And he's also headed to Tara."
"Could it be?" asked Nessie aloud. Yukon's rider held a red-and-blue flower.
It's Jim!" shouted Grania, "IT REALLY IS!!!"
