Dusty circled once more, then came in for a landing on a strip of field where the corn hadn't grown. He looked up at Marshall in the tree, "I really don't know..." He sighed, "I don't know... but I'm wondering the same thing..."
...
Hiccup felt misplaced without Toothless, as if he didn't have anything to say. No shouts of exclamation, of shock, of excitement, sometimes fear, not without his dragon. Either way, he waved slightly, "It's nice to see somebody else here. It's just been me and this weird machine thing that flies and talks called "Dusty" here for a while now."




