Everything was blindly white, now. They weren't too sure what was happening, but they felt warm fur under their chest. They licked their jowls, they shifted and they clung onto the hybrid under them. Perhaps they'd be alright. Perhaps they wouldn't die.

It seemed less likely they wouldn't survive by the second.

They noticed the ground moving as Marigold began to walk, slow and struggling under their weight. They wheezed. The white was beginning to fade out now, darker and darker and darker until his world went black once more.