Esther and the wolf lay dejectedly on their platform. Stars circled lazily around them, but never seemed to get any closer or farther away.
Where are we? Esther finally asked.
We are nowhere, yet everywhere, he answered cryptically.
What does that mean? She pressed. Now that Josie was gone, the ache from the rejection returned in full force, but now it was coupled with the emptiness of her lost human.
We are in between, he finally said. In between life and death, the sleeping and awake. The space between the worlds and outside of time.
How did I get here? Esther tried to understand.
Your human. She’s lost, and her spirit didn’t know which way to go. Many lost humans and wolves end up there. She is the only one to get out, he sighed.
What does that mean for me? For her? Esther whined
