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“Hey Spyro.” Sparx said without glancing up from the ground. He continued buzzing on at his slow pace, still talking to himself; until an idea came to his mind. “I could ask if any of the Guardians could find him in the… Hold on a second!” Sparx turned his head to see Spyro and Cynder were both staring at him. “I must be seeing things.” Sparx shook his head and rubbed his eyes. The dragons were still there. “Maybe I’m asleep?” Sparx pinched himself. “Ow! No, not asleep. Am I going insane?”