Paralyzed Horse’s Log: July 3, 3085 Everyday I hear and 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.