'Where am I?  This doesn't look like home,' the boy thought to himself.  He stared out at the night sky.  It was wintry outside, and the chilly air of the old factory wasn't helping.

'Oh yeah.  I remember now.'  He recalled the portal that appeared in his little steampunk world.  It was the only world he ever knew.  There were other portals, but he didn't bother to go into them.  It would be a hassle to deal with the time dragon that kept the traffic around the portals in order.  Someone had to direct the portal-travelers somehow.

Suddenly, the old factory started to cave in.  'Shoot!  I need to get out of here!' the boy thought.  He raced to the nearest exit: a window.

'What am I doing?  I'm probably 5 stories up in the air.  I'll splat like a bug if I jump out there!' the boy thought.  He also understood that if he didn't jump from the window, he would be buried under the ruins of the factory.  'I would rather die in the air,' he thought.  The boy jumped through the glass window.

'What?  Why am I not feeling the rush?' he thought.  He was used to jumping off of junk in his steampunk world.  He knew the feeling of rush well, but he wasn't feeling it.  It was a completely different feeling.  He looked down and realized something he thought he lost long ago when the dragon trapped him; he could fly again.

*****

'Oh yeah.  I wonder what destroyed the factory,' the boy thought.  He turned to stare at the rubble.  In shock, the boy almost fell from the sky.  He heard the cringing sound he never wanted to hear again.

The dragon had followed him through the portal.