"Hah ... hah...." squeaked Lazar. "He's ... uh ... grown...."
Brunei suddenly noticed that Lazar was ashen. He also noticed that the dragon was turning in their direction.
"Get it out of here, Lazar! Get it out of here!"
Lazar nodded. The dragon flickered and went pale, but it was over a minute before it disappeared entirely.
Six months out:
Things wandered the passageways and haunted the cabins. Marsha's snake was back. There was Lazar's dragon, which seemed to grow larger every day. There was also a basilisk, a pterodactyl, a vampire bat with a five-foot wingspread, an old-fashioned red spade-tailed demon and other assorted horrors.
Even Oliver Brunei's friendly Saint Bernard had grown to monstrous size, turned pale green, and grown large yellow fangs.
Only the Spanish garden in the common room was free of the monstrosities. Here, the combined conscious minds of the ten crew members were still strong enough to banish the rampaging hallucinations.
The ten of them sat around the fountain, which seemed a shade less sparkling.