Father Serra whistled and jostled a wedge of watermelon with even more meat on it. The goats turned tail and rushed towards the fruit, leaving Doppio lying in a heap with barely a few rind fibers left in his fingers.

The sun was hot in the blue sky above. He could taste goat hair in his mouth.

'I think...this is the end...'

He cracked open his eyes as Hitomi's shadow fell over him. All he could manage was a weak laugh.