There must have been something wrong with the second lizard. I vomit it up and go to sleep.
When I wake, my belly is empty and my fur is dirty from sleeping in rough corners. I am reminded of that unfortunate time in London, in the Year of the Broken Claw, when I faced the greatest enemy I have ever encountered. She was—
But no, I will not think about Her. She is gone, and cannot hurt me.
I clean my fur and go back to sleep.