The pound was more, or less exactly the same, from the few times Angel had seen it before. Only now it seemed darker and emptier, with only a handful of dogs sitting in the many cells that the place held. The walls of those cells were made up of metal rods laid in a criss-cross position. The few windows that could be seen let in whatever light could make it.

"There you go girl." She was put down in one of the cells. "I'll get that license checked out for you." Gently the man reached forwards and unclipped her collar, he took it in his hands, stood up and shut the cell door.

Angel layed down slowly. She was dreading the many hours that it would probably take for her license to be checked, Jim Dear or Darling to be called and for one of them to pick her up. She dreaded the fact that she had been sent to the pound in the first place, especially when it meant that Collette and Trusty would have to make the rest of the journey by themselves.

Scamp would probably get a good laugh out of what had happened. He probably wouldn't be able to wait to tease her. More than usual, after all that she had said about growing up, just the other day.

"Mademoiselle Angel! Is it really you?"

A familiar and nostalgic voice came from the cell next to Angel. In the dim light, she could barely make out the face of the Boston Terrier who had, in his signature French accent, caught her attention.

"Francois?" Her tail wagged from seeing the dog for the first time in ages. "What are you doing in here? I thought you and the others were going to try and find new homes."

"Oh, but we did." He seemed equally as excited as she was. "After we left the junkyard, most of us went our separate ways. Mooch went and got himself adopted by a nice family, Sparky spends his days with a musician in town and Ruby went north somewhere, she never really said where exactly she was going."

Angel nodded her head understandingly. "And what about you?"

"I was adopted by an aspiring actor."

"Sound exciting." She mused.

"Oui" He confirmed. "I watch him on stage everyday."

"So how'd you get in here?" She asked him, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged it off. "It's a long story, but-"

The sound of a heavy door opening, cut him off.

The dogcatcher and another man were walking down the row of cells.

"Well, it's been nice seeing you again Mademoiselle Angel, but it would appear my owner has arrived."

"It was nice seeing you too Francois."