It was a story that they had all heard a simple pups tale to give them imagination, but to Jake it meant too much more. He wasn't really after the immortality what was the point of it when you were a country dog with nothing left to live for. No, Jake wanted answers he wanted to know he had to know if his Poppy was really gone. Where had any of them gone it made no sense and to a dog like Jake that relied completely on logic and reasoning it was more than he could bear. As the great Bernese loped quietly along inside of the Canfield he remembered the distance words of his father. A dog is only as valuable as the purpose that he serves to his master and how well he does his job. "...Dad." Jake said it more to himself than anything but at heart he wondered if this meant that he had no purpose without Poppy was and since he had no purpose why was he still here? It was all to confusing for the already high-strung dog. All that he wanted was answer something solid to return to his life. A wind curled the top of the Canfield as the sundry dog continued on his journey. Making fast work of the short walk he soon came to the fence line. A yard a metal that wrapped around the field set with tiny pricks to keep out strays and foxes. It was easy enough for Jake to pass, but as he did the top of the fence grazed across his back. Though it did no physical damage it made the dog's mind drift to Poppy wasn't more. Not saying that Jake had every truly stopped thinking about her the fence along his back was a reminder of her small hand grasping at his fur. It was a feeling that he missed but as his hind legs hopped the bottom barbed the feeling was gone and Jake was once again alone.

There would only be a small ways more of walking before the dry taste and smell of dirt would drift to the dog. He was here he had found the Sand Lot, and while it had taken him three days of relentless walking to get there the restless heart of the young dog forced him to run onto the vacant field. "Poppy if you’re here I'll find you." The feeling of dirt was cold and a relief to Jake as he left the feeling of prickly grass behind. Now there was only the question of where to begin. Across the space Jake could see the remains of where other dogs had dug some of the piles of dirt higher than others but all seem to have been left with the job half done. "I won't quit Poppy I promise." As Jake spoke there was a sudden brake in the calm scene as the wind picked up once more. Eyes closing with ease Jake was embraced in the draft and like the touch of his sweet girl it brought an utter calm to Jake. He would fight to Poppy because it seemed that was what she wanted. Maybe Jake was crazy, but there was something much larger at work now it was the beat of a lost and paining heart, and for Jake there was only one way to sooth it. With a determination that just wouldn’t quit Jake opened his eyes and like dozens of dogs before him he dug hoping that whatever lay beneath him would bring him the conclusion that he so desperately needed.