Crip wakes up in his bed.
What happened?
He remembers after...after what happened...O'Riley took him home, threatening to kill him if he said anything or tried any bullshit again. Honestly his body hurt so bad..he didn't even care. Apart of him wishes O'Riley would've just killed him.
Why does he torture him...
Why..
He stands, and rubs his hips as he walks to the door, peeking out. His eyes find Jameson's apartment across from his.
Suddenly, Crip remembers, THE DOG.

His German Shepherd Duke is still over there.

What does he do?! He can't just let the dog sit there...but if he calls the police they'll know he had something to do with it! I mean, how would he know Jameson is missing?

Wait...wait. Calm down. It's not like there's any evidence. O'Riley took care of that, gloves were used, there were no cameras. It's fine..just call and say you hear a dog barking, and have heard it all night. That's enough to cause a complaint, noisy neighbors.

Right?
Ugh...he can't do that...it's just too damn suspicious. The cops might have him on file when Jameson brought him in.

He paces for a bit, stressing out about what to do. Finally, he decides on something. He's getting that dog. One way or another.

Crip marches over, knowing full well that door is unlocked. He enters the home, and it's just dark and eerily quiet inside...
He carefully peeks around each corner, and finally opens a room, and there in the corner is the German Shepherd, Duke, in a large kennel.

His ears were up, and Crip was sure he already knew he had come into the house.

Crip: "Hey there..I'm not here to hurt you..I just wanna let you out."

The Shepherd growls slightly as Crip nears his kennel.
He swallows, and opens the cage, and then backs away.

The dog looks a bit surprised. He was free. He could have a chance at survival. Yet, the dog didn't run. He just slowly gets up and walks towards Crip.

Crip starts to panic, thinking he'd get bit again, like before. This was the same dog after-all.
The Shepherd holds his nose up, and is still, not moving an inch. Crip isn't sure what's going on, but something in him said to put his hand up, at the dogs nose.

He cringes, thinking he'd get bit, but instead, the dog pushes his nose to Crips hand, and then starts to slightly wag his tail.

Crip: "Oookay..good boy, Duke.."

Crip says awkwardly and walks towards the door. Duke follows, in tow, and once outside the apartment, the dog tries to follow Crip into his!

Crip: "W-what? No! Go, be free!"

The dog wags his tail yet again and let's put a playful bark, to which Crip quickly shushes.

Crip: "SHHH! Are you crazy?!"

The dog tilts his head, tail still wagging from side to side.

Crip stares for a moment..thinking. If the dog runs free, and if the cops just happen to find him...that'd be pretty suspicious. Right? Maybe he should...

Crip opens the door a little more and dog walks right in, making himself quite at home.

Crip still felt achy. His body still hurt. He was still emotionally damaged...but..seeing this big ass dog curling up on the sofa..made him smile.