The great hound skidded to a stop at the last second, tongues lolling as all three heads panted happily, the one on the furthest right giving another sharp yip of a bark.

Slowly, the dog began to shrink, and as it did so, the desert behind him slowly became visible - as did a darkly armoured figure, walking towards her.

Perhaps at a distance, he may have looked like Finn. Same height, similar build. They could have worn each other's clothes. The helmet hid part of his face, but even then, as he came closer, it became more and more obvious that this wasn't Finn at all.