Parallax

"We'll do what we can," said the Sheep Man. "Though - we're getting on in years. Hope we still got the stuff in us, heh heh. We'll try, but no guarantees, no promises you're gonna be - happy." He picked at a snag in his fleece and searched for words. "We just can't say. In that other world, might not be any-place anymore, not anywhere for you. You're starting to look - pretty fixed, maybe too fixed to pry loose. You're not so young - anymore, either, yourself."
( So where does that leave me? )