Whitefish River Boom, boom, boom, clap

She should have recognized the plateau up ahead, but she didn't. She could hardly remember those who lived there—the devil dog, Hawkeye, and Kisu were all but fragmented memories. They came up in her lucid moments, but while Jinx was wild and unpredictable, they were names she would not have known from Joe or Bob.

No, she didn't recognize the plateau... But when something small, white, and uniquely marked called to her from across the water, something in her memory triggered. Something small and seemingly insignificant, but then, it hadn't been to her. It had been a frenemy to end all frenemies. “P... iiee?” she croaked, turning her head to wretch foam on the ground. No, Pied hadn't looked like that... Or had she?