Evan stands up and walks to the patio door. “I’m not upset. Just a little depressed, I guess.”

“Well, cheer up, buddy, we’re all in this together.” Evan doesn’t seem to be paying attention, though, as he reaches up with his mouth and grabs the patio door handle, pulling down and opening the door to the outside. I continue speaking, “We’ll figure this out, Evan, we’ll make some breakfast, wake up AJ, then call Fiona and have her… Evan? Evan, what are you doing?” Evan had gone outside and stepped onto the damp morning grass. He poked at the earth with a hoof a few times and was now flat on his back, rolling around back and forth on the grass.