And there it was, up further on the road, on its side, motionless. My heart was racing, and I suddenly became very aware of the smell of burning rubber. I clicked on my hazards and stepped out into the cold air. [[Weston]] was right to call. I went over to get a better look at the limp body. It was definitely a golden retriever, and definitely dead. But I wasn't sure if it was the same one as the beach. We were at least an half hour out, and barring some sort of miracle, it couldn't have been transported here before me. Which troubled me even more. Why were two similar dogs, otherwise unrelated, inserted in my life at the same time? One eating a... human limb, I supposed, and the other roadkill? I bent down and flipped over the dog's collar to find a name and number. I wasn't sure if the dog had responsible owners or not. After all, this dog did have a collar, yet, was clearly dead in the street. I pulled my phone out from my pocket and dialed the number, bracing myself to be the bearer of bad news. There were so many other things I'd rather be doing right now. The phone connected and I heard a woman's voice on the other end. "Hello", I started, "I think I found your dog." The line crackled and I could hear the person clearing their throat. "Oh thank god, where is he?" I rubbed the back of my neck. "Well... I found him about two miles from [[Website/Limerence/Clear Water]] heading into town. Look I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your dog is... well..." I glanced back at the dog. "... dead. Hit by a car or something." I could hear the woman inhale sharply and I moved the phone further from my ear when I started to hear her sob. *Ask her what breed of dog it is.* It was an odd thought that seemed to come unprompted. What was the Warden doing? I shouldn't be having intrusive thoughts. Should I listen to this one? The voice on the other end was replaced with a man's. "We'll be there in 5 minutes." "Wait. Before you go..." I paused, debating if I should ask the question. The man on the other end said "Can you say that again? I think the line cut out." "Sorry," I said, "What's your dog's breed?" "My dog's breed?" The man asked. And before I could reply, the other end hung up and I was left listening to the dial tone. *You need to get out of here.* I walked back to my car, on edge, feeling exposed with the roadway at my back, a target, easy to clip with a passing vehicle. After all, someone had done it to this poor dog, why not me? I quickened my pace, and almost exploded with nerves when I sat down in the car. I started the engine and gunned it quickly, backing up, and then pulled onto the main road. It felt like time had contracted because in what felt like seconds, I had driven back home and arrived in my driveway. I sat there, breathing, and closed my eyes. [[Website/Limerence/Pool Party]]