"Bossuet! What's habbened to you? Oh dear God! Let be help you up!"

Joly's shouts jerked me out of my slumber. Startled, I jumped up, only to find out that I could not. The effort actually hurt me, considering that all of the force that I used was immediately thrust back at me with the added weight of Tache's bulk. The memories of the previous night washed upon me. I groaned.

Meanwhile, Joly had rushed to my side and was sitting next to my head, wringing his hands in frustration and intoning, "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…"

"Joly!" I snapped. "Help?"

"Oh!" Joly exclaimed. "Oh yes!" He hoisted himself up from the floor, and pranced over to Tache's massive feet. Bending over, he took hold of Tache's thick ankles, and began to pull. In turn, I pushed Tache's shoulders away from me. Within moments, the beast was laying off to the side of me, still slumbering deeply, his paws twitching periodically in response to some unknown dream. I took a deep breath, and was profoundly grateful for the fact that it didn't taste like dog. I then staggered into the bedroom with what little energy I had, and collapsed into the bed. Joly flitted in after me.

"Bossuet?" he squeaked. "Bossuet, are you alright?"

"Joly," I said, my voice muffled from the pillow. "That dog has to go."

Joly gasped. "Bossuet, do! You probised!"

The rest of my good humour evaporated, and I pushed myself into a sitting position. "Joly, I did not promise that you could keep that dog! I promised that I would let him stay for 'just one night' so that I could decide what I wanted you to do. Well, I've decided! That dog has to go! Look at what he's done in the past twenty-four hours! Our kitchen is destroyed, my pants are ruined, and you can't breathe! I cannot live like this. And if you really can't bring yourself to get rid of him, then I will leave!"

"Bossuet, do! You cand leave! Please dond!"

"It's either him or me. You decide." And with that, I fell back upon the pillow and immediately fell asleep.

I woke up several hours later, feeling groggy and disoriented. The room was dark; Joly had shut the shades. I sighed, and rose. I walked into the kitchen, and found Joly sitting on the floor in the midst of the wreckage. Tache was nowhere to be seen.

"Joly?" I said softly, creeping up to him. "Joly, where is Tache?"

"Gond," Joly sniffled. "Gond back to Fiera. She took hib back. He is gond."

I knelt down beside my friend. He was quietly crying to himself. I put my arm around him. "Thank you, Joly. I appreciate it."

"I kdo." Joly sniffed loudly. "I know," he repeated, his speech now unhindered by sinus blockage. He wiped his nose on his sleeve. "At least I can breathe again."

"At least you can breathe again," I agreed. I stood up, and then offered a hand to Joly. He took it, and I helped him up.

"There's just one thing I want you to do for me, though," said Joly.

"Alright," I replied, with some trepidation. "What is it?"

"Clean this mess up." Joly waved his hand around the kitchen, and prompted flounced out of the apartment.

I sighed. It figured.