Clouds rumble outside, the light that was so bright before begins to die out. Water drips through the crevices inside the rocks. The slight tip toe of rain starts thundering down, forcing us to hide. The howling wind scrapes by, the cold lingering as if it is jeering at us. Waiting for it to clear, we close our ears to shield away from the dark. Uncovering Layla’s ears we hear a shout. Shocked, we sit still. Another dream, or real. But the rain must pass before we leave. If they stay out, they will be gone by morning. That is our debt. If only I could leave, tell them to keep quiet, to hide. Maybe more of the survivors would be here. But I can’t. Not we just roam this earth. Another does. Others that can easily get rid of us. We are weak. We believe in hope, love and happiness. That is what makes humans weak. But not us. We are different. She is her; I am me. Yet we are together. How does it work, I have no idea. I start to hear more. The ground shakes and a loud, ear piercing scream fills the forest. Other cries answer it the thumping of a stampede of live things run past.  We hear scuttling and crawling, desperate whispers of help. Pain fills my head as I try to shut it out. The rain continues banging on the rocks above. I clutch the small grasses sprouting at the floor. Goodbye.