It's a cold night, Balto shivering under his thin blanket as the wind howls around the bow of his boat. He looks up to see Boris sleeping soundly, the crotchety old man in a very temporary state of peace where Balto's ears could take a rest from the nagging. Balto did have to admit that it would get too quiet without him.
'It must be somewhere around midnight' Balto thought to himself as he rolled on his side to try and find comfort in the hard wooden floor. He decided that his next mission would be to find something soft to lay on. He meant to get some sort of bed a while ago but with the recent medicine run he was either too busy or exhausted.
His mind drifted to Jenna as he thought about the medicine. They hadn't really spoken much since then and he was deathly afraid of the idea of their friendship fading. He still didn't know if she had feelings like his so he just played it off and he began to wonder if he should tell her. If he waited and said nothing to her then their friendship would fade anyway so he didn't have to worry about ruining it. Right?
It was just confusing. He could only know one thing for sure, and that was that he was sick and tired of laying on this hard floor. He sat up and scratched his ear, releasing a groan at the feeling. It was dark, but Balto could find the way to wear he wanted to go out of memory.
He quietly moved through the town, trotting at a good pace. At the pace he was moving it took little time to reach his destination: The Hospital. He wound his way through the crawl spaces beneath the building until he came to his favorite spot in the world. He shifted the bottles to their perfect position in the light and just got lost in the glow. He could spend days here and be entertained by the beautiful rainbow of colors dancing on the wall. It was noticeably quieter in the hospital since the medicine had cleared up 90 percent of the ill citizens.
He pushed the glass back to its original resting position, saying a silent goodbye to the beautiful lights. He crawled back out into the alley and paused, sniffing the air. He loved the Alaskan air, cool, crisp, and fresh. With that being said, the city was expanding at an alarming rate. After his actions, people were flocking in from all over. Many came from New York. He had his picture taken many times, along with many news articles. It grew old soon though, especially since he was never looking for fame.
The expansion of the city was great and all, but he missed the old days where it was the old crews, old friends. He just might be too sentimental but whatever. He started in the direction of the boat, and trotted off into the distance.