Chapter 12

“He seems awfully friendly,” said Simon, a vague, absent tone to his voice.

“Um, yes sir. Can you give me your name?” The phone slipped from Simon’s hand and made a plastic thud on the gravel. Simon touched his fingers to Kelly’s fur.

“You feel kind of solid for a figment of my imagination,” Simon murmured. His words were beginning to slur.

Kelly licked Simon’s fingers. Stay awake! Please!

“Maybe I’m unconscious and this is a dream,” Simon rambled on. “‘Cept I’m really kind of freezing.” His fingers were carding gently through the fur along Kelly’s shoulder and he was leaning more heavily now.

Kelly twisted farther and lapped at Simon’s face. Don’t pass out! That’s a bad idea!

“Maybe you’re actually a really bi’ dog and my brain jus’ thinks you’re a wolf. Or maybe I’m dead. Though I can’t figure out how a wolf fits int’ that picture.” Simon was muttering.