I see Lilo crying.

"What's wrong?" I ask her. She has only cried twice before, once when she was about to be put in the foster care system and once when-

Oh crap. "What's wrong with Stitch?" I ask her quietly, as compassionately as I can, but we both know if Stitch ran away again.

"He's dying." She says sadly. Sadly might not even describe it. Worse than melancholy, grief, pain.

"Oh." I say lamely.

"Jumbaa's dead, so there's no one to fix him. He's really gonna die this time." says Lilo.

"Sweetie,' I say, "Stitch is tired. So tired. It's been ten years."

That makes her cry even more. "He was only ten!"

"Is only ten! We'll save him!" I say, but we both know that is a boldface lie.