Gypsy sat beside Master's rocking chair as she patted him. Master was singing the song he use to always sing. Gypsy felt so content, so happy. Happy... why was there something that seemed wrong about that word. Happiness also involves knowledge. The only knowledge Gypsy could think of was "Master is here!". So it wasn't happiness, instead emptiness. Blankness. Nothingness.
Gypsy felt teeth dig into her side. She yelped out, watching the beautiful scene of the farm fading into a concrete ring. Twenty seven dogs stood over her, each one biting her and attacking her as much as they could. Gypsy felt the blood trickling down her side. She looked up to see a puppy digging his puny teeth into her side. Rufus. It was Rufus. "I'm sorry." Gypsy breathed. "I'm sorry, all of you."
Gypsy woke up with a jolt. She was breathing heavily, telling herself it was just a dream.
Gypsy's heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to remember what had happened yesterday. Midnight and Bird. The catcher. I tried to help Midnight. I pinned down the catcher letting him escape. Friend. No, almost friend. I think I joined the pack. The teddy bear. A sound. A smell. I went to see what was going on. Sinclair. She thought dizzily.



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