Shadow crawled across the floor to the yellow foam-rubber pad and climbed onto it pulling the thin blanket over himself and closed his eyes and he held onto nothing and he held onto dreams.
All that I did, she said, everything I tried to do. All for nothing.
Nothing is done entirely for nothing, said the fox of dreams.
Nothing is wasted.
You are older, and you have made decisions, and you are not the fox you were yesterday.
Take what you have learned, and move on.