Epilogue
The cat ran easily up the stone wall, his silver claws leaving a strange scattered pattern of divots in the rock. The sun was warm on his back, and he thought about finding a mantle or ledge to stretch out on and enjoy its heat, but another, deeper instinct urged him onwards, up the wall of the tower, toward the high window above.
Surely there’s plenty of time for a few adventures.
Not now, Higgs.
But when are we going to have this kind of opportunity again, Biore? We’re in the driver’s seat. Let’s take this body for a spin.
Time is one thing we won’t be short of. Behave yourself.
The cat jumped up onto the window ledge and peered into the room. The window was open and the warm scent of the deep forest far below filled the air. A single occupied bed stood in the far corner o
