"Come on children keep up its lunchtime. Don't want to be late!" barked Mrs Salt. The children shuffled their exhausted feet across the polished floor, their stomachs screaming for food. One particular child, Max Dawson was practically crawling to the lunchroom until he saw something; a shadow or a figure lingering in the distance. Could it be??? Could it be the museum of legend? Leaping to his feet, he ran swiftly dodging all fragile objects until he finally cornered the creature. Thinking fast the creature turned around and jumped through the wall. It couldn't be? The creature was his brother.....