Muse commended John for his will. John allowed himself a small smile, feeling assured that he would see this Puppets thriving first-hand. He was mildly confused as Muse stepped outside, though, as he couldn't imagine where there would be any working transportation. His thoughts were answered when the figure outside the door quickly changed into an enormous shadow. The following clawed hand didn't exactly comfort him. He stood for a moment, trying to wrap his head around it, before deciding [i]Fuck it![/i] and jumping aboard the enormous living transport, though not without his worries. Still, if he understood what Muse was telling him, a transforming dragon would be one of the lesser oddities to come. He rested carefully upon the partially scaled hand, trying to block out his migraine and awaiting Muse's companion.