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Robinton is in the bar.

Playing, (shakily) the piano.

But 'lo! He is improving.

Come say hello or offer tips.

"Pern? Never heard of the place myself, but you're not the only one from a different world or planet. Got several floating around here, some are regulars. Though, yeah, most of us are from Earth. Not sure why that is."

"Well, my world is very dangerous. There are many who's absence could not be." He shrugs. "If they were to be brought here, many would die."

Peter nodded, "My world's not that safe either, but it gets quiet sometimes. How dangerous we talking? Ghosts? Demons?"

"No. Acid Rain."

And not the kind caused by car pollution.

"We call it thread. It eats greens and flesh on contact."

Peter blinked, "Ok, there's something you don't see every day. We've dealt with some nasty goopers on my world, but nothing like that. Worse we get in the air is hot and humid days in the summer.

"A 'gooper'?"

There are no words.

"Uh, it's a slang term for ghosts. I'm a Ghostbuster. A ghost elimination business my buddies and I run. We capture ghosts for our clients."

"Ghosts? The Haunts of the abandoned weyrs?"

He arches an eyebrow.

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious. There's a lot out there that's unknown, and most people don't know or want to know. That's where we come in."

Peter then added, "What's a weyr?"

"Where the dragons live."

He smiles.

"Many of them were abandoned. And as apprentices we would be dared to spend a night alone. The caves echoed with the wind."

Peter stared, and it was his turn to ask, "Dragons? You're serious? Big, winged, fire-breathing dragons?"

He nodded, "Anybody noticed something off or strange about these abandoned weyrs?"

"Strange only in that they were created to sleep hundreds, and were now deserted."

He eyes him, trying to understand the stare.

"And yes. That's a dragon."

Peter asked, "And nobody knows why, huh?"

He added, "Ok, it's just in my world, dragons are considered to be myth, or something out of a cheap fantasy book."

"Dragons are very real. And are capable of jumping between times, in my home. The dragons of the past weyrs had all come forwards so that question was answered for us, only a turn or so ago."

This was getting to be a stretch. Not only a world had dragons, but they were time travelling dragons apparently.

"Uh, really? Wow. Must have been something." He uneasily replied, still staring a little.

"It was."

A polite smile.

"But I'm afraid I must be going. It's growing late, and I've a lizard to feed before I sleep."

Peter nodded, "Oh sure, no problem. Good meeting you, Masterharper." He wondered about the lizard remark, but figured to ask that another time.

"Goodnight, Doctor."

He stands, bows, and walks up the staircase to his room.

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