Wendell found himself in a dark tunnel. There was a slight pause. He began to lean against a wall. There weren't footsteps any longer. Wendell's shoulders slumped for a few moments. His body tensed the second he heard the sound of a snarl. He gasped and looked to one side.

One alligator viewed Wendell and continued to snarl.

''I'm not here to harm you. I'm not. I'm not,'' Wendell said in a sincere tone. He started to tilt his head to one side after the alligator ceased snarling. Wendell crouched in front of it. He extended his arm.

The alligator was curious as it approached Wendell. It was no longer territorial before it wagged its tail.

Wendell smiled and laughed in a gentle tone.

There was another glance at the dark tunnel. Laughter ended before a new scowl materialized on Wendell's face. He ceased crouching. Although there weren't footsteps any longer, worry formed in his eyes. Society already shunned him. He was certain the men were going to kill him the second he appeared above the sewer.

Eyes were on the alligator.

''You'll protect me from enemies?'' Wendell's smile returned after the alligator's tail wagged another time. A different scowl replaced it. He had to figure out how to survive. How was he going to obtain food and clothing? His eyes were on the alligator again. There was another smile.

''A new pet.''

The alligator wagged its tail again.