Faith sat on her bike, flipping through the newspaper she'd picked up at the last gas station. Some stuff could pass for her line of work. Missing teenagers. Mysterious hit and run. Disappearing animals. That kinda stuff.

Anything to keep up the fight.

"When I was a kid, I used to beg my mom for a dog. Didn't matter what kind. I just wanted, you know, something to love. A dog's all I wanted. Well, that and toys. But Mom was so busy, you know, enjoying the drinking and passing out parts of life, that I never really got what I wanted..."