*Drake Marshall has no idea where he is. Well, that is to say he knows he's laying facedown on the ground. He just has no idea where this particular patch of ground is. He hears a voice in his head, this is the sort of thing that Drake would have once taken as a sign he was losing his sanity, but things have changed recently.*
DRAX: Drake! Get up!
Drake (mumbling): I don't wanna go to school today, dad. I feel sick.
DRAX: I'm not your father, I'm DRAX. You remember, don't you?
*Drake sits up and looks around. He appears to be in a forest of some sort.*
Drake: I know. I know. I was kidding. You need to get out more. Just where the heck are we?
DRAX: I don't know.
Drake: I wasn't expecting an answer to that question.
DRAX: Oh, sorry.
Drake: I'm going to try to find an open patch of ground so you can take off and get a look at our surroundings from the air.
DRAX: OK, you're the boss.
*Drake enters an open field.*
Drake: Here we go. Is there enough room for you to transform and take off here?
DRAX: Sure thing.
Drake: OK, then. Take over.
*DRAX takes control of Drake Marshall's body. As he does, the body changes radically. It becomes much bigger and takes on a very different shape. The neck grows much longer, the arms become front legs, a tail grows as do huge wings. The entire body is covered in white fur and the wings are covered in feathers of the same color. Now, the voice of Drake Marshall comes from inside DRAX's head.*
Drake: OK, now let's see if we can figure out where we are.
DRAX: I'M READY. LET'S GO!
*DRAX lifts off.*
