Crouched at the base, he held the bottle to the sun and squinted through it. Irp grunted. Rudd then held the bottle against one pointed ear and shook it. “Ah! He’s in there all right!” “Good, let’s go—” “Not yet. The body comes with us. Mortals are particular that way—he won’t want another. So, go get it, Irp.”
He lives!!!! Sort of...
