Oct. 12, 1982, Manhattan
Bogg watched the dog. "So, he's got the book, I guess they warned me, and at least I'm not kibble," he thought. "No kids, no dogs, yeah, they completely ignore this stuff."
And then the boy grabbed the dog, "Ralph, let it go. C'mon boy." Jeffrey yelled, as he tugged at the dog.
Bogg tried to step in, holding the boy bag from a struggle with his own dog.
"Kid, it's OK. Don't worry about it. It's just a book, I can get another copy," Bogg said. Bogg was not entirely sure that was true; there was some policy on replacement guidebooks that he couldn't recall, but the situation seemed to call for calm.
"Ralph, give it up," the boy cried as he pulled at the book in the dog's mouth.
"Kid, really, it's OK. Let it go."
And as Jeffrey did, the momentum of his struggle with the dog propelled him backward through the broken window.
Phineas Bogg didn't hesitate as he jumped after the boy, and he felt a strange sense of relief as he felt his arms wrap around the child, who in turn placed his arms around Bogg's neck. "Kid, I know this sounds crazy, but it's all going to be OK. I mean it."
And with that, Bogg pushed the omni.