“Rest assured, Petunia,” spoke Hidi the Witch by her side. “You are not a possession like Sammie; you are *you*. This is a cat’s tale in the end, after all. Not a dog’s.”
“No ‘butt’s’,” retorted the witch. “Just watch… and learn.”
“No Woody, you cannot be a Musician in this story as well. Now put that away and get ready. It’s time.”
“Hello my love,” Old Man Allen Martin said. “For the last time.”
Wheeler could not help. She just had to watch. And, yeah, it was painful. Very painful.
Then it was done. Correct reality locked in.