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"How dare you!" Yelled Volante to the strange man. But he didn't hear her because he had run off into the wind. The moon shone brightly into Volante's face as a tear rolled down her cheek. All of a sudden she felt herself falling, and she hit the ground with a thud. Her eyelids closed over her eyes and she saw the strange man again. "Volate?" he asked her. How does he know her name is Volante? She didn't even tell him. "VOLANTE!" The man said again. Her eyes flung open and she could see a different man looking at her and talking, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. "Volante?" She asked him. "Volante!" He said with relief. A whole mix of different people walked into the room she soon realized she was in, she was lying on a blue couch. She tried to sit up, but pain flooded the front of her head so she lay down again. All the people that had entered the room were all talking, but the only word she could understand were 'Volante.' All of a sudden her eyes closed and she had fallen back to sleep. She dreamed of flying to the moon for the next few hours.