Eric stared at the dog for a moment confused. "What's wrong?.....Where's Grammy?" He asked the dog the first question, the second he asked himself as he looked toward the master bedroom.<br/><br/>He walked over to her room and knocked lightly on the door. "Grammy....you awake?" He asked as he opened the door slowly.<br/><br/>Everything seemed normal, but he knew Scrap as well as he knew any person. Something wasn't right. He just hoped his grandmother was OK.