John sat on a park bench, watching people as they went by. The park was packed full of people from all different walks of life. There were a few kids running around, giggling as they chased each other. Some people walked their dogs and there was even a couple who sat on a picnic blanket sharing a meal. John sat taking it all in, feeling a little like an outsider.

For the past few weeka, his therapist told John that it would be good for him to get out of the house and take a walk through the local park in the hopes that it would help him slowly get out of the slump he was in. He personally didn't know what good it did, but at least the park was busy enough to distract him from the thoughts that lingered in his head.

He was just about to leave when he heard a few people shout, drawing his attention towards the commotion. He saw a few people step back and shy away from what appeared to be a large grey and white pit bull who seemed to be missing his owner. He stood up from the bench and approached the lost pup. The dog in question bounded up to him, collar jingling, wagging his tail, almost unaware that John was a stranger.

John loved pits, they were a misunderstood breed of dog and He'd always thought they were cute. So when the dog came up to him, he couldn't stop himself from bending down to pet him.

"Where's your owner, pup?" He asked the dog who looked up at him with a tilted head. John looked around and huffed a sigh. At least he had a collar, which meant he wasn't a stray. John grabbed the tag, reading that his name was "Bane" before flipping it over and dialing the number on the back. He huffed another sigh when all he got was the answering machine. He left a brief message and sat back down on the bench. Bane curled up at his feet, not trying to run off at all, which John appreciated.

About 30 minutes go by and John patiently waits for anyone to show up.

"Bloody hell, I'm getting to old for this.." He said as he scrubbed his hand down his face, stroking his beard. "Where the hell is your owner?"