"Tieran." It was everything which existed on his mind as he trudged through the deep snow; alone, though no one should ever be alone. Tieran, his dæmon, his beloved companion of life, his soul, who'd been cut away from him without mercy, cut away by that silver thing. Why? Why had they done it? Didn't they know how horrifying it was to have your soul cut away? You became nothing; he was nothing, nothing but a ghost trudging through the deep snow lost and confused.
The sudden sound of flapping wings above him made him look up. There, in the dark polar night, he saw a sight he'd never seen before; dæmons flying alone, without any humans. In the front, great and magnificent, flew a great white goose and behind him flew the other dæmons, spectral like, scared, and confused.
"TIERAN!" He called on top of his longs. Calling for his dæmon, she had to be there she just had to. And, sure enough, one of the dæmons broke free from the group and came crashing towards him as he himself hurried forward to meet her. She landed ungracefully on the ground and transformed, for one last time, transformed into a small mouse and he scooped her up in his arms and just held her, held her closer than he'd ever held her while they were still one. They were together again but only halfway; forever the bond between them would be severed.