Feeling as if he hasn't any other choice, A.J. accepts the fox's offer. Although he still isn't sure of his motives, he does know if the fox had been planning to kill him he would have done it by now. Slowly A.J. struggles to his feet, keeping his sidearm in thought just in case.<br/>After hearing the fox's yelp of pain, A.J. sees a man in black fly though the air, and land on the fox's head. He knows the chances of surviving something like that are slim, but to his surprise the man moves enough to cover himself with his coat.<br/>"Hay, you OK up there?" A.J. shouts to the man on the fox's head, although he knows he'll be of little help to the man; for all he has that may be of help to him is the remnants of his water supply, and maybe a makeshift splint...