<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>James Greene<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Alleyway, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Gracie, Toffee<br/><br/>He was trying to think up a way to avoid the dog and get past the big thing that was blocking his immediate exit, when behind him, a woman yelled. That changed everything. As the big hulking thing started to move into his direction and the direction of the sound, closing of his immediate exits. And he hoped it was him or the dog the woman had been yelling for.<br/><br/>He turned around, and ran back to the store, seeing the source of the voice, holding the dog and realizing it was most likely the dog she addressed. "No time to argue!" he said as he ran toward the girl, but then past her and into the store whose door she opened, "There's a really really big one coming this way." James grabbed the door and held it, looking around quickly for something to make sure that the door would be blocked. "No time to waste, girl. Get your dog and get inside." he said to her, "Introductions can wait."