CHAPTER TWO

Sydney POV

I didn't figure out much else that day. Hey, can you blame me? Trust me after realizing that you have somehow occupied the body of your handler's dog your reasoning skills don't exactly function at 100%.

As a matter of fact about the only other thing that I learned was that I was definitely not telepathic because from the time he lead me out of the park to when we arrived at his front door I was doing nothing but screaming "Vaughn, I'm Sydney! Right here! The one covered in fur!"

Needless to say it didn't work

How many times had I thought about seeing this place? The place where Vaughn lived and ate and slept. Put on his suit in the morning. At least I was getting something out of this. I had to explore a little more.

Until I knew how to get myself out of this situation and back into a human body, I figured I might as well put the quality time to good use and find out some things about this man. So I snapped the leash out of his hand and raced up the stairs.

"Donovan! What's up with you today?" Vaughn called after me. I ignored him.

I sniffed around everywhere eagerly, looking for anything that would teach me more. I was having such a good time that I didn't even think about one key point in this whole thing until I noticed his King's pen sitting on the table, reminding me of what I should be doing and where I should be.

That's when reality sunk in and melted away my playful doggie happiness.

What happens when they can't find me?

I suddenly felt very foolish for running around completely ignoring to the dire situation I was in. I would be considered missing pretty soon and it would not be very likely that they would find me. Yeah, I'm sure that when I'm late for one debriefing the thought will just jump into Vaughn's head that, "Hey, maybe she got tapped in the body of my dog."

I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do. I groaned and wandered into the kitchen. Vaughn was sitting on a stool at the counter. He seemed to take no notice of my presence in the room.

I sat by the stool quietly and looked up at him, making a desperate attempt at anything that would hint who I was. Vaughn glanced down and noticed me, smiling a little. "Hey, boy. You okay now? You had me a little worried before."

I wagged my tail.

"Ok. I have to make some phone calls. Be a good boy and I'll give you a treat." he told me, and picked up his cell phone off the counter. Dog sight isn't too keen, so I couldn't see who he was calling but I figured it was me because he hung up after a minute, sighing.

He put is head in his hands and sighed again. "Where the hell is she?" he asked in a nervous tone. I was touched. He was worried about me.

He lifted his head and picked up his phone again. "Hello, Jack? It's Vaughn. Do you know where your daughter is?.... She didn't show up to her meeting with me and she's not answering her phone.... No.... No, the park.... The operations center? All right, I'll be right there."

And he went out the door and was gone. I sat alone in the kitchen, still wagging my tail and wondering how the hell I could get myself out of this situation. That's when it hit me. What if there was no way out?

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