When James woke up at 2:00 in the morning and looked into his backyard, he immediately knew something was happening again.
His dog was beneath the old tree, digging furiously at exactly the same patch of ground that had fascinated him before.
“Again?” James whispered as he watched from the window. “What is under there?”
The dog had lived with James for some time, but there were pieces of his earlier life that James knew very little about. Before coming to live with him, the dog had belonged to another man. That former owner had passed away, leaving the dog to eventually begin a new chapter with James.
Yet some memories, it seemed, had never disappeared.
James grabbed a flashlight and walked into the backyard.
“Alright,” he said, approaching the hole. “Show me what’s down there.”