Ford suppressed a yawn as Mia concluded her version of the tales and exploits they had been through these past weeks.
It was something else, something surreal, to hear it retold, but he was exhausted. What time was it? Inside these walls, underneath who knew how much mountain, he'd lost all track of time.
His stomach growled, but he ignored it.
"Then Ford turned me invisible, and that's when we decided that going around the mountain, with all those awful birds, was a terrible idea. We barely escaped, and if Ford hadn't pushed me out of the way, it would have snatched me up and carried me off!"
Ford tried to act nonchalant. Mia had tastefully edited the story she'd told her grandfather so long ago about the very first leg of their adventure, surely she wouldn't—
