
I clutched on to this key with all my might for I think I understand now... as I squeezed it, I opened my eyes and there was my beloved Willy, sitting up against the white nothing of Nowhere. I grabbed him and no longer did I see that hairy beast before me, but I saw hope. Willy and I walked through a thicket until we approached the great castle in the distance.
The trail was moist beneath our feet. This was a good time to take a tea break as Willy and I were accustomed to do, but we had no time to waste. Something deep inside of me urged me to press on and forget for a moment, the comforts of our lives.
On the way, I learned a great lesson: idleness and carelessness can get you in big trouble on this path, especially in this land of large hairy beasts...

This poor chap didn't make it; Willy and I ambled our way around this mess and pressed on. Fear sat heavy in our hearts, but as I plucked out a long, strong blade of grass, I used it to string the key through and I hung it around my neck. There it lay, swinging and beating against my breast, tapped against the violent beating of my heart, calming its rhythm. Calm triumphed over me--I had to be strong for the both of us. Where was this key taking us?