He had his own life through the void. Work and family and friends. A weak shard of grief stabbed through my chest over the knowledge that I would likely never get to share any of it with him. That one day, Jugs might simply stop coming back, never again stepping through the void from his world. And I would wait, and wait, haunting an empty guestroom in my hyll, praying to the Mabs for just one more chance to see him.
