The timing was too coincidental. As soon as they finished the fight, the next shooting star appeared, leading them further away from their planet and into space. Jack could say with a certain degree of certainty that they were being led somewhere, but he could not imagine where or why.
He turned towards Bob, who was combing his hair and patting it down.
"Do you want the refined metal?" Jack asked, giving him the first pick. It wasn't just because he had been the one to fight off the attackers. It was a number of factors that played a role, such as Bob's perception and detection of the metal.
"It is a holy item for many, but tis merely a paper weight for me. I do not need it," Bob said, dismissively. "Besides, I have no interest in matters of faith or following. I took upon my mantle to protect my fellow Drama-cats, but ever since I was knocked out of my realm, I no longer bother with it."
