At 11pm on a Thursday, Gwen was extremely exhausted after fighting crime all day. She was bruised, in pain. Totally brain fried in general.

With a sigh, she begrudgingly got herself on top of The World Trade Center, changing into her regular civilian clothes so Gwen could walk home peacefully. After some occasional sneaking around down the large building, her walk began. The weather was quite chilly out tonight. Good thing Gwen always brought a jacket with her in her bag. Finally, the young woman was fumbling with her keys to open her apartment door. The sound of loud, high pitched whining and barking echoed from the cracked door, making her smile nervously. "I'm home, sweetheart!"

Gwen called out gently. She awaited the bulldoze of a greeting from her pup.