"Pinkamena Diane Pie..." The voice that I had come to hear so clearly rang now in my ear in a way more than it's usual whisper. More than it's dream visits or nighttime paranoia feeding.



I knew his voice. I knew who this was.



My friend...the one and only true friend that I had come to know in my lifetime. I knew him, because he chose me out of everyone...out of everyone. He whispered to me, he spoke to me...in times of trouble he was there for me. He's my friend.



"Pinkamena Diane Pie," He repeats, voice as dark and growling as I remember it to be. But it soothes me...



"Yes, friend?" I finally reply, my voice quiet...in some sort of respect for the being before me.



"Come now. Time is up. Your time is up."



"Yes...I'm ready."



And I was...in fact, I always had been.