Robert sits up and
opens his eyes. On the other side of the meadow he can see there's a
young boy chasing a dog. Nearby, a couple lay plates and plastic
boxes neatly on a large blanket they've spread out while a younger
child sits and idly bashes something on the ground.
Robert looks back at
the elder boy once more, he's familiar in some way, and the dog is...
is... the dog is his! It's Mister Banjo. Suddenly he's seeing
through the eyes of the boy, chasing after his dog. He can feel his
heart racing in his chest as he runs, feel the sun upon his skin and
the wind in his hair. He knows that his heart is glowing as Mister
Banjo barks at him and he laughs, barking back, looking forward to
the best picnic ever.
