I was still in pain I could still feel the boys stomach dissolving my body.  The dog’s stomach was doing the same. That is strange I’m in 3 places at once and its not a good feeling.

              I sat in the hole for what seemed like forever when I heard the dog again he was digging me up, he removed me from the hole and continued to eat me suddenly I couldn’t see anything any more all I saw was darkness, I was completely gone.  I was inside the dog and the boy at the same time, but the feeling from the boy was vanishing quickly, this was a good thing.  I have waited what seemed like an eternity for this to stop and that process was happening.  The pain was now a numb feeling, but I still missed being whole and having real feelings, feelings of cold and warm, not being in pain.  I wanted to see the light of day again, wanting to feel the wind blowing again, but I knew that was not possible. 

              What will happen to me once I am completely digested, will I move on to another body, or just hover around like before I became the sandwich?  The thoughts in my head were almost as painful as being eaten.  I was confused and unhappy.  As time went on I could feel my self start to diminish, I was fading rapidly, and I sat with anticipation with hope this would end soon.  I started to get dizzy and nauseous, I felt lighter and euphoric, and this was it this was my time.  Out of no where a bright light was emitted, so bright I couldn’t stand it. Then there was nothing.

              Jebous sat there thinking of the sandwich and then of Tate he realized what had happened.  He knew that this story was the very reason of her existence it was her life force and with the story completed she couldn’t stay any longer that was the light he saw when entering the house. He began to add things up, the sandwich was Tate, and the boy was him, she was there to fill him, to love him, to add to him, and his life, and make things better.  He then realized that she had known all along that he would go back to the town and be gone for a while.  The dog, being his thoughts, took her away by him going to see the things he had forgotten so long ago.