"Thank you," I say, trying to wrap the scarf around my neck. A surprisingly difficult job when one arm is full of beagle. "Look, I don't know - I'm not - I'm going to try to fix this. I'm not sure if I can but - "

"Yes, yes. But now you should be going. And take Earmuffs with you. She shouldn't be around for this."

The sky opens up it's jaws.





"Wait, how can I remember you - how can I be talking to you if you never existed? How can any of this be happening? If you're cut out of reality, shouldn't this be, you know, impossible?"

"You're talking to a skeleton on a flying boat about to be eaten by the sky, and THIS? This is the part of your situation you find hard to believe?"

"Uh -

"I've already told you why. You'll figure it out. Now get out of here!"

"But -

"Look!" Her voice cracks a little, "Everything else is gone, just - let me have this. Let me be brave now. I am trying and you are making it very difficult. Just go!"

Her voice cracks on the last sentence.

Oooohkay, I get the picture. Now all I need to do is figure out how to wake up!

Should be easy…

Right?

Notes