One night in the darkness it did this, then left her and broke into a joyous whimpering, such as it used to make when its master was going to take it out.

She even heard it jumping up as though to paw at him, and wondered dreamily what it could mean.
When she woke in the morning she saw the poor beast lying stiff and cold upon the bed that had been Anthony's, and though she wept over it, her tears were perhaps those of envy rather than of sorrow, for she was sure that it had found Anthony.
More and more Barbara threw out her soul towards Anthony.

Across the void of Nothingness she sent it travelling, nor did it return with empty hands.

Something of Anthony had greeted it, though she could not remember the greeting, had spoken with it, though she could not interpret the words.

Of this at least she was sure, she had been near to Anthony.
Once she seemed to see him.