You’re just in Central Park reading a regular book. The weather was nice and cool, it was a clear sky and the Park wasn’t as loud as it usually would be on a Saturday afternoon.

A few minutes into your book, a dog rushes by and licks your face before panting heavily. You can only cringe and smile at the lick before reading his dog tag. Kate Bishop.

“Oh my God — thank you for catching Lucky for me,” the so called girl, Kate, says as she attaches the leach back onto Lucky.