He was so grateful, that he gave  
me both his work and home numbers, and 
promised to come running, any time of  
the day or night and free of charge, if
I ever needed help with a hurt animal. 
     Until I could find a good perma-  
nent job, I floated around doing any   
odd job that I could, long-term, tempo-
rary, or not.                          
     Most of the time, I worked sixty  
or more hours a week, while also doing 
the Initiative thing whenever that came
up. I didn’t care, as long as it gave  
me at least the weekends free to look  
for and save abused animals.           
     After leaving that coffee shop    
with a plan in mind, I didn’t care     
about the rain anymore.                
     The next morning, I went to the   
bank, talked to the person in charge of
* trust, and showed her the newspaper ad.  
     She promised to get things started
immediately.                           
     While the farm would take a few   
days, she gave me the necessary paper- 
work to use as collateral for the Nova,
and I immediately went to get it.      
     It was old enough and grey enough 
to be non-descript. It also had a      
couple small dents, just like almost   
everyone else’s car.                   
     I didn’t even wait. I went out on 
the firing line that night and tried to
find animals to help.                  
     Nothing happened for a couple     
days, but that first time... I think   
I’m gonna skip this one Doc. Let’s just
say, he was already dead, but the Dark-
ness didn’t care.                      



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