Pant, pant, pant, pant. Click-click, click-click, click-click. Those were the sounds a Daniel made trotting down the middle of the street.<span style="font-style: italic">Must finds foods. Foods for Masters. Mans haves Masters foods</span>. His tongue lolled from between his lips, dripping slightly acidic saliva onto the cool asphalt. Daniel noticed, but was unconcerned with the lights approaching behind him until the honk of a horn came with them. Then he spun around and started railing at the car. â€œDan-dans walks heres! Go aways mans things. Dan-dans looks for foods for Masters! Masters not eats mans things.â€ But dogs couldnâ€™t speak of course, and his voice was only a series of angry sounding barks.<br/><br/>Was there something louder about that bark? No. Did it echo? Noâ€¦ But still, there<span style="font-weight: bold">was </span>something oddly terrifying about it that made the hair on the back of the driverâ€™s neck stand on end and a little shiver roll down his spine. He attributed it to it being a dark Halloween night and drove on around Dan, who stood barking in the street still.<span style="font-style: italic">Scareds the mans things aways. Masters bes happy with Dan-dans. Maybe Masters gives Dan-dans treats! </span>His tail whipped the air and his hindquarters shook before he went off in a quick lope again, shaking his head.<span style="font-style: italic">Finds foods for Mastersâ€¦ Finds foods for Masters. </span><br/><br/>It was 12:01 AM, October 30, and Daniel no longer had to worry about turning to stone when the sun came up. But he had to hurry back, before his Master missed him. If Daniel could have kept better track of time, heâ€™d know this gave him exactly 48 hours. Two whole days in which to find food!