Remember: everything Pheromosa says is made up.

With the summer holidays having started a little while ago, you is, reluctantly, on their way to a quaint summer camp for a few weeks. Having fallen asleep in the back of the bus, his previously restful dozing becomes feverish and unusual - odd images of alien-like creatures, flashes of fire and a dead world... ###`Human. I have need of you... Do not be alarmed.` *a curiously pleasant tone booms through his dream.* `I am the last remaining member of my kind. It is my duty, my reason for being... to bring my species back from the brink of destruction. ` *it continues after a moment, an impression of their face dominating your dream, livid and bright in your mind.*