Ann had been holding tightly to the dog’s leash, trying to be cheerful as she walked through the parc. Whiskey (the dog) had been acting really agitated lately, which was odd, considering everything else that had been going on… Ann let her thoughts wander for a bit, and Whiskey broke free, trotting toward some weird guy with a trench coat. Probably a flasher. Ann made a face and ran after the dog, trying to catch it.