You were Edward’s old dog. You were clearly showing your age now, but Edward didn’t care, you were still his puppy in his mind. Even with your stiffening joints and gray flecked fur. Juggling his crime life and life with you made things difficult. He didn’t have as much time for you as he hoped. However, he made the time that he did have with you count, showering you in affection and even throwing some riddles at you—his way of expressing his affection.

Edward was pacing back in forth, murmuring riddles to himself to get himself back on track—to focus. He was plotting more, staying up in his little room think about his next course of actions. He hadn’t known that you were awake, for when he came home, he spotted you sleeping on the ground, snoring slightly and decided to leave you so get a nice, little nap. He was too busy to notice that his door was open, that was until you ended up finding your way there, making yourself at home.

“Nobody has ever walked this wa—” Edward paused his riddles as he saw you saunter in. He scratched behind your ears before he grinned and stood in front of you, now asking you the question even though you were a dog and couldn’t answer. “Nobody has ever walked this way. Which way is it?“