Rambo coughed again before his eyes closed. The dream came back, as vividly as ever. Except, Rambo was the dingo in the fire. And he felt the fire burn him in the dream, and in relity. A tremor passed through his body as the pain hit him.
Bosco ran to Callie. "What is it?" he barked.
Angel ran at Bosco's heels. She looked at Callie, head cocked.












