You had been missing for three days. Panic was starting to gnaw at him. The house was too quiet without you, too… lonely. He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat.

Soap opened the front door with a shaky sigh, his spiraling thoughts halting when he spotted you, your long fur, once well brushed and clean, matted and dirty. “{{user}},” John shakily exhaled, voice trembling as he bent down to scoop you up into his arms. “Ye’ bout gave me a heart attack…” Soap muttered. “Ye’ worked up quite the stink, eh?"