I was finally in Italy. In big flashing lights I saw a sigh that said, Tokio hotel, tomorrow at 7:30pm. Be

there! I had my cat carrier and hula hoop in one hand and a bag of luggage in the other. I walked

between the building and the reserved spot for the tour bus.

"Be a good boy Lloyd," I said putting my stuff down. Mommy will be back tomorrow. I love you." I

Double checked his food water and built in litter box. The only thing that I didn't like about the cage was

that it was big and heavy. I made sure that everything was secure and I placed a tarp over it in case it

rained.

I turned the corner and saw a biker gang. "Hey sweet thing," said a heavy, obviously drunk biker. I

Walked over and stood next to one of the bikes. I put my foot the side of the bike and pushed it over

causing it and two other expensive looking bikes to go down with it.

The shocked bikers stared at me with their mouths open as I walked away. I couple of them pulled

out knives and a few more had bats. Then everything went black.