Good Dog, Whiskey

Whiskey's owner is dead.

The funeral long past, Whiskey still waits in front of the boy's gravestone. With eyes straight ahead, he patiently and desperately, waits for his friend to return.

But loyalty does not stop time, and Death offers no return. Exhausted, Whiskey rests his head on the ground, and closes his eyes...

...and then opens them. The grave has transformed and opened like a gaping sinkhole. Inside the grave, ominous stairs lead down into darkness.

Scared and confused, Whiskey bravely creeps down into the black swallowing the stairs. He knows: his friend is down there.