Lightning tears through the night. My sight is overwhelmed suddenly, briefly. I should be afraid, but oddly, I’m not. She looks at me; I return her gaze. ‘I don’t like this.’ Her look says, ‘Please take me home.’ But I can’t. Not yet. There are things we must do. She shivers. Another bolt sears through the sky. I put my hand on her neck to calm her. She is trembling. I hear my name; it’s time. As I step into the light, he frowns at my dog. ‘You can’t bring that in here.’ He says and hands me my pizza.