I know they are taking each other on a wild goose chase, creating more and more wild ideas. Whether it's magic, wizardry, or reincarnation . . .it's all wrong.

I have to stop this nonsense, but before I can, another prisoner blurts out, "That's right, that's what it means to be born again.  My brother died and came back as my dog.  That's what they mean when they say a dog is man's best friend.  I knew it was my brother . . .I could tell by his eyes."