Kick was a cat. A Siamese. Prickly and always quick to scratch. A hiss or two, a flick of the ears, and he'd be left alone again.

You were a dog. A German Shepard. Craving attention with the wag of your tail and a bright smile. Friendly. Cute. Always in a good mood.

But when you're on a mission and the building collapses, leaving you and Kick stuck together in the room, it becomes clear it's not so easy being joyful with a grumpy furball.

Kick sits down on the window sill, leaning his back against the window, feeling the warm sun. "Sit down and get comfortable, mutt. We'll be here for a while."