Wendy sat with her parents on the couch and together they looked through the photo albums together. Some were of Wendy when she was a baby and a toddler, others were of her and her parents on special occasions and holidays, and some were of her parents in their youth and other family members. One picture in particular was of a boy and a dog. They were playing together in a backyard. It was a very old picture. She could tell because it didn't have any color.

"Hey Mom, Dad who's this?" Wendy asked.

"Oh that's your grandfather when he was a boy." Jellal said.

"That's grandpa?"

"Yep."

"He had a dog?"

"Yes. He told me stories about him when I was growing up. He loved that dog, it was his best friend in the whole world. But then he lost him."

"What happened?"

"Well your grandpa grew up in a poor part of the neighborhood and a lot of the older kids would pick on him when he was little. Now his dog was protective of him so much so that one day when of those rotten older kids tried to beat up your grandpa his dog bit him."

"Serves him right."

"I agree but that bully's dad was the landlord of the building where your grandpa lived and he threatened to have your grandpa and his family evicted if they didn't get rid of it. So they sent him to the pound. Your grandpa was devastated."

"Did he ever see the dog again?"

"No but he found out years later that his dog had been adopted by a man who abused him, he turned mean, and had to put down poor thing. It broke your grandpa's heart."

"That's sad."

Wendy looked at the picture and took notice of the tag the dog was wearing. She then remembered that the hell hound had been wearing a tag.

"Dad do you know what the dog's name was?"

"I think his name was Percival but I can't be sure."

"Excuse me, I'll be right back. I have to use the bathroom."

Wendy left the living room and went back to the empty flat. She was relieved to find that the hell hound was still asleep. She quietly bent down and checked his dog tag. The name Percival was engraved on it just as she suspected.

"I think I know this dog." Wendy said.

"You do?" Gray asked.

"Well sort of. I mean I didn't know him personally but someone in my family did."

"I don't follow."

"This dog's name is Percival. I just found out that my grandpa had a dog named Percival. What if this dog is him?"

"Doubtful. Hell hounds have never lived on earth."

"But what if he wasn't always a hell hound? What if he was once a regular dog? But he died."

"I read something about that." Juvia said. "I wanted to know if animals had afterlife so I read a book titled: Animals and Death. One page told me that sometimes hell hounds are the ghosts of dogs who were abused and mistreated in life so they turned bitter and vicious."

"That's what happened to my grandpa's dog after he was taken from him." Wendy said.

"I guess that would explain why he's so tame with you." Gray deduced. "He probably smells your grandpa's blood in you."

"Which means that he's not so far gone that he doesn't remember my grandpa or the dog he used to be." Wendy said. "Gray when Natsu and Lucy come back what are you all going to do with Percival?"

"Give him to the In-Between authorities so they can take him back to hell."

"Wait you can't do that."

"What do you mean we can't do that? We have to. This mutt is too dangerous to leave it here."

"But he's not a bad dog. He's just hurting."

"I understand Wendy." Juvia said. "But he can't stay here. He's trained to eat ghosts and ghouls regardless if they're evil or not."

"But there must be an alternative. Can't he go to heaven?"

"Only if he can let go of his hurt and find peace...Or at least that's what I read."

"Then why don't we do that? Why don't help him find peace?"

"How are we supposed to do that?" Gray said. "It's not like we can put him down. He's already dead."

"Maybe if he saw Grandpa again he's find peace. Think about it. Despite all the abuse and hell and everything he still loves my grandpa. Maybe if he knew that my grandpa was alright he'd find peace."

"I guess we could give it a try." Juvia said.

"Tell me you're not agreeing to this." Gray said to her.

"I'll admit it's risky but it's a dog Gray. Animals aren't like people, they can't help it if they turn bad and I believe everyone deserves a second chance."

"It tried to eat us."

"Technically it only tried to eat Natsu."

"And it gnawed on my arm!"

"Well it's not like you felt any pain from it. Besides I think Wendy's theory makes lot of sense."

"I don't."

"Gray I don't like the idea of anyone going to hell especially when the soul turned bad because of hurt and suffering. If we can help this poor creature reform and find peace in heaven why can't we?"

"Three words sweetheart, undead dog chow. That's what we'll be if he stays."

"But Gray." Wendy said. "You have to at least let us try."

Tears threatened to well up in Wendy's eyes and she pouted in a way that made guilt run through Gray like a knife.

"Alright. I guess we can try." He said giving in. "But how exactly do we accomplish this?"

"I'll ask my dad to invite my grandpa over for a visit." Wendy said. "I haven't seen him in awhile because he's been having health issues. He's stable now so I'm sure that he'll be able to come and he should be eager to visit."

"But what do we do with the dog until he gets here? He's only calm around you."

"Keep him on that leash that Natsu and Lucy are getting. That should keep him from attacking you all until we get this sorted out."

"Okay. But Natsu isn't going to like this. Then again since when have I ever cared if he liked something?"