Ned can't stop the grin that slowly spread across his face, and nor would he want to. "Good dog," he praised Digby, smile only growing as the retriever's tail went a mile a minute.

Digby moved slowly toward their fallen friend and began to lick his face. The pie maker slowly followed, carefully nudging Jack's shoulder on the other side, kneeling beside his very best friend. Arguably the only friend he had ever had, to not expect something from him in return.

"Jack. Jack? Wake up, and please, don't have a concussion..."