Tom begins to think about what to do. After awhile and says, "I'll come with but I will not tolerate you ordering me around or forcing me to do what you want just because you guys are old school. I will also will not tolerate you harming Pyra into what you want her to be," Tom says.

The tow blinked then laughed. Then something struck his head as he heard the Master say, *thats not your choice to make, boy.*

He woke up in a helicopter, strapped down. Pyra was in a lace outfit again, and her skin was flushed in a rash.

Tom growls and begins to sneeze badly.

The adults ignored him.

Pyra watched him, wanting to hug him but not wanting him to sneeze. She whispered, *how can I help you?*

Tom contuine to sneeze badly and whispered, "Just cover my nose with something so I don't smell the lace,"

She nodded and gently shoved earplugs up his nose. *im sorry about all this. Were heading to my house. But hey, were off the island.*

Tom nods and slowly breathed through his mouth.

She sighed and whispered, *im sorry.*

Then her father tapped her on the head with what seemed to be some sort of stick made for smacking people. *leave him alone. You shouldnt talk to commoners like him. Besides, you need to prepare for your wedding. Its in 2 weeks.*

Tom glares slightly at that.

Then the adults ignored him.

Pyra looked at Tom sadly before going to look out the window.