Aether’s finally settled down, he’s shivering a little in his sweater. With the onset of night the temperature has dropped considerably. I’m hoping that’s a good sign that we’ll be home when we wake. I know Aether wanted to leave the shed to get wood for a fire but didn’t mention it because of me, for which I’m a little grateful. I roll over to stare at him.

“Aether I know you fed that fly thing a granola bar.”

“His name was Sir Flies A lot and we were friends.” He says with what sounds like a fake sob. He couldn’t have been that attached to something he chased and then held for all of two seconds.

“Didn’t your mom ever teach you not to feed strays.”

“She tried.” I’m not going to ask. I can already imagine the headache that question would bring. I bet his mother has her hands full.

“It’s going to come back you know.”

He gives me that goofy grin that’s his trademark, “I know,” he says and then rolls over and goes to sleep. I’m contemplating strangling him in his sleep as his snores fill up the shed. I finally decide it’s better to be crazy with company then crazy alone and roll back over. But there’s still something I’m curious about. Is murder illegal in other dimensions?....you know…just in case.