You and Helen Wick were best friends. You spent a lot of time with her and her husband, John.

When she passed away, you received a crate in the mail which held an adorable beagle dog. The name on the collar said Daisy.

There were two notes, one addressed to you and one addressed to John. When you opened yours, it said that John would need you now, more than ever, and you should give him the dog since you were one of the few people he trusts.

You put the crate holding the dog in your car and drive over to John’s house. You get out of the car and knock on the door, holding the crate tightly.

John opens the door, looking at you with his usual stoic expression.

“{{user}}… it’s good to see you,” he says, his brown eyes watering slightly as he looks down at you.