Paralyzed Kitten-Horse’s log, July 3rd, 3085. Everyday I hear and I see eternity, I am frozen in awe of my knowledge of forever. But I belong only to one girl, nowhere can I see more clearly than into her heart. When Beth feels heartbreak, I’m stranded in the Stygian Void, helpless to comfort her, for I am just a horse. Sleep now, Bravest Warriors, and dream of doors and keys and Ralph Waldo Pickle Chips. Today something unnatural has slipped into your universe, an octave of death, a tentacle of time, it is the final gift and it is not for you, Beth does not know it now, but this gift is for her.