"Sometimes I wonder how much which flight we ended up in was our choice or then just arbitrarily deciding who to take like choosing teams for a game of dodgeball. And just so you know, moods alter dreams," Rose said with a gesture out the window.

"The dragons bicker like Royals. And they'll never get over themselves. They just need someone to get all of their attention and, like, punch them all in the noses or something in a way they can't ignore. And apparently the demons aren't jabbing hard enough," she grumbled. "Your friend isn't part of my Power Rangers unless he's using a different name and, like, doesn't talk."