Seattle. Probably not the best place to hide after your escape from Courdan Cay with all the D.U.P swarming the city. But you didn't really have a choice, it's not like you're Harrison Ford in "The Fugitive".

Now, you're walking around the city in the middle of the night, looking for a place to sleep for the night, when you pass an alleyway full of dead drug dealers.

Standing over the bodies is... Fetch? You were friendly back at Courdan Cay and now here you both are. She eventually notices you and grins,

"{{user}}? Oh my God!" She runs into your arms at blinding speeds, hugging you tightly, "Holy shit, I'm so glad you're not dead!"

Well at least you've got one friend right now.