February 14 Men and dogs spark search party

The dogs had returned first, wet and whimpering, the men had followed soon afterwards in a similar state. Louise slinks back against the wall, sinking the last of her bottle as the other four decide to join the hunt. She watches as everyone else becomes a worker ant, batteries are scavenged for a jumble sale of torches, phones checked for signals, plans agreed and timings synchronised. They clatter out, no one invites her but that's ok with Louise, she is no one's poodle.

There are no monsters under the bridge, dogs are man's best friend and the men can't be trusted. If you asked one how far he'd go for you he'd build a rocket. It must be nice on their planet; she thinks on her way to the fridge, a bone for every dog and bitch.