Jason sat on the ground,listening to the tick, tick of his clock, waiting for Micah, the large scaled beast, with soft, white glowing eyes and soft, glowing light coming from deep within its being. Jason decided that Micah was like a large glowing dog. Fierce on the outside, but warm and fuzzy on the inside. They had seen many people on their exploration of the dark world. There was no light left. The people cowered and hid in corners, barred windows, and locked doors, all hiding from that ever present fear of darkness. Jason was all right. He had Micah.