The rest of the light finds BOB. He stands at the other end: unbounded and with sword. Those laughs become a thunder of cheers, making him and JOHN lock a worried glare.

A third player is due: one that needs a dragon-call. Like an alien whale, the horn blares over the arena, shutting out all other sound. And, with each bone-chilling howl, the call makes way for the ominous waiting.

All gazes aim high to the shadowy abyss above, searching in hope, in dread, for the guest to come.