Luke watched with cold dread as the creature neared him. He so wished that there was anyone there to help him, but there was no one, not even little Lancelot, with his wise half-words.
“Pleas, please, don’t eat me. Please…” he began to mutter.
And then something really strange happened. A figure appeared in a bubble, just above the monster. The thing was, it was somebody who Luke thought would never help him.