Over the Hills & Far Away

"Quick, hand me that jar."

Francis looked up at Puck, and then to his side where he was pointing. There was a glass beaker with a chrome lid on a bottom shelf, near where he was holding Chips in his arms.

He reached over and took it and threw it up into Puck’s hands. Puck caught it, rapidly unwound its lid, and then spat a little spittle into it. He then placed a hand onto Anon, whose eyes were too heavy now to open, and he whispered in the old dog’s ear.

“We’ve got you buddy. We’ll figure this out, I promise you, this time, we will figure it out. Just go into the jar and we can transport you over the hills and far away.”

Francis eyed Puck with concern. He loved Anon and distrusted this idea. Especially upon hearing ‘over the hills and far away’ - what was that? Puck had not been himself of late. He said nothing.

“It's a fine expression” the Pookhah said, reading his thoughts with a little indignation.

“It sounds a bit loopy”, said Francesco, momentarily distracted.

“It's appropriate” said Puck - “where else is one to go?”

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances