“Byao zhi yang duh! How long have we been walking?”
To say Harwood was beginning to get irritated was something of an understatement. He looked to be on the verge of pulling out his cane gun and shooting up some of the trees.
He then remembered he was in a dream world, and therefore didn’t have his cane gun with him.
“I guess every bit counts toward the destination, Marc.” Harwood then stopped when he didn’t get a response. “Marc?”
Contrary to what he thought, Marc hadn’t been following Harwood down the path. Now fearful that something terrible may have happened, he turned and went back to look for him.
It seemed as though Shark just couldn’t stop crying.
After he ran away from Annette and Sagebear, he curled up someplace on the path and let his emotions out. One of his hands went out and grabbed at the dirt beneath him.
“Doggy doesn’t love me anymore!” Shark then began kicking his feet as his tantrum worsened. “What good am I if even Sagebear doesn’t love me?!”
Annette and Sagebear reached the point where he was on the path. Annette especially felt uncomfortable having to watch Shark carrying on the way he was.
“Hey, Shark. Don’t take it the wrong way…” But he ignored her. “Come on, just because she was happy to see me doesn’t mean…” Still no response. Sagebear just whimpered at seeing Shark acting up.
Then, just as she approached him to get his attention, Annette heard a rustling sound from somewhere in the trees. Sagebear also went from whimpering to growling.
In a state of protectiveness, Sagebear then lunged at the mysterious lurker. When she disappeared into the foliage, then came a loud screaming.
The only real problem was that the screaming was eerily human. Then followed a loud demand of, “Get the fuck off me, dog!”
Sinbad then tumbled out of the trees, with Sagebear clamping down on his arm. He lowered her to the ground and gently pried her jaws off.
“Wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened to me,” he muttered as he looked down at Sagebear, who had then shifted into friendly dog mode. “And it’s a dream, so you didn’t break the skin, or anything.”
Then Sinbad looked over to see his fiance going off in a tearful spiel, and a look of fear came upon him. Immediately, he dropped to his knees and tried to get his attention.
In the amount of time it took him to do this, he didn’t once acknowledge Annette standing nearby.
“Hey Denny,” Blaise said to her husband as they traveled down their path while holding hands, “When Twinbrook goes back to normal, what do ya say we adopt a dog or two?”
“A dog, you say? Hmmm…” Dennis seemed to give it some thought, before nodding. “That sounds like a great idea! What sort of dog were you thinking of wanting?”
Now it was Blaise’s turn to try and think about it. “Hard to say. I’d love a bulldog, or a Saint Bernard. Or hell, even a dachshund would be good for me!”
Her choices in potential canine companions got Dennis to definitely consider one of those types himself.
As they went on discussing dogs, the couple were then cut short by a loud, horrified scream. Right away, they picked up on who it was.
“That sounded like Mister Harwood! Something must’ve happened to him and Mister Brandt! Come on!”
But just as they turned and ran back where they came from, both of them heard growling behind them. Their blood officially chilled, they turned to see who or what it was.