Julia grabbed what she was looking for but nearly spilt the contents of her bag on the ground when the man jerked forward, shouting at the top of his hoarse lungs. She watched with a frown as he held his deceased dog. She moved slowly, grabbing the half full glass of water from the table, and held it out to him.<br/><br/>"Let me take the dog." She whisphered, holding out the glass. "And drink this, but slowly, so you don't make yourself sick."