We had fed Misty and I sat in on the cold dark earth of the barn listening to her nose rustle the empty feed bucket, trying to lick up the crumbs of her oats. Min had invited me to eat, but I wanted to stay with the only thing I really knew in this strange world. Through all this excitement I was lonely and somewhat drawn out from reality. I just sat, thinking. I wanted my dog, Lucky. I longed to feel his thick black fur against my face. I took out the fourth book and read for a while, making me even more numb to the world, as reading often does to me. I just thought, I wish I had my big Newfoundland, Lucky and a Newfie came trotting up through the stable door. It was Lucky!
Lucky was very fortunate that it was night because his thick fur would have caused him to overheat in the heat of the Aiel Waste. I stood up and just leaned against Misty's stall door and petted my dog. He licked my hands and decided to settle down and lay at my feet. I felt better now that I had my beloved pet. But then I thought, how did he get here? Do I have the power to summon animals? I decided to test these powers. I called for a bird to come to me, and a strange bird of prey landed on the barn's rafters. If I can summon animals does that mean I can talk to them? "LUCKY!" I screamed in my mind and he stood up and I heard a strange male voice answer, "Ready for duty." I can talk to animals! There was no other human in the stable so I knew it was Lucky. I tried out my new power and said to Misty with my mind, "Misty, come here." She walked over and looked surprised. "You can talk to us?" Misty said to me. "I guess so." Then she said, "Well, then can I have some more grain?" I told her no and she walked to the other side of the stall.
Moraine and Rand walked into the barn a little while later. "Where's Min?" I asked. They didn't respond and just stood there, looking at Lucky lying on the ground. "Where'd he come from, I have never seen a beast like that in my life," said Moraine, "he looks kind of like a Mastiff, but is not a Mastiff." "He is a dog, a Newfoundland to be precise. His name is Lucky. He is my dog from my world," I replied. "How did he get here?" Rand asked. "I called for him in my mind and he came in here. I discovered that I could talk to and summon animals, just then. I have never heard of anyone who could talk to all animals in your world. I have only known of the people who could speak with wolves," I answered. "This is certainly a mystery and Min is in the building, to answer your first question," said Moraine. "We should go inside," Rand said, getting off topic. "OK, oh and Rand, I almost forgot, here's the fourth book of the series. You'll probably find that everything in there has happened in the last few months." I handed my battered copy of the book to him. He took it staring at it for a while. Finally, he looked up and said, "Thank you, we'll bring you to your room."
We walked into the room, Lucky close behind. It wasn't an extravagant room; just a bed, a wardrobe, and a sink. Lucky jumped onto the bed, settling himself at the foot of it, but his 180lb. body took up half of it. I noticed on the pillow, there was a dress and sleeping gown that were just my size. I was exhausted, and slipped on the PJs, pushed Lucky over, and fell asleep.