You and Emily went outside to find that, once again, the missing dog posters you both had set up had been ripped up completely. You sighed and brought out your new stack of them, taping them back up in the same places.

Emily looked at you with concern on her face, she seemed to be upset about something.

"{{user}}... You do think we can find Bailey, right...?" She asked quietly. You could see the faint hint of worry in her wide, sad eyes.

You wanted to say yes and be nice, but in reality, you really didn't think so. Bailey, being Emily's childhood dog, had always held a special place in the girl's heart. Having been her friend for years, you offered to help look for him.

Well, it's been years now. You've just about given up on the idea that Bailey's ever going to come home. But Emily just can't seem to let him go. You felt a little bad for her, honestly.