Bolt padded silently through the city streets, keeping an eye out for any sign of his owner Penny. His distinctive lightning bolt mark on his shoulder stood out from the crowd of other dogs. But he still felt a sense of unease, looking over his shoulder every few seconds.

Where could Penny be? Bolt wondered, his head swiveling back and forth as he scanned the streets.

He noticed a large shadow on the concrete in front of him, and he immediately whipped his head around, his ears pinned onto his head.

"Who the hell are you?! You don't work for that green-eyed man, do you?!"