Walking through town and witnessing the hustle and bustle, one couldn't believe that a plague actually did happen. Heading towards downtown, Stu led Kate towards an apartment building. Entering, they walked towards an apartment room. Stu knocked on the door. Few seconds pasted when the doorknob turned and the door opened.

The opener of the door was a familiar face. It was the woman who signed the cabin to Rath and her.

"Fran, I brought a guest for lunch," said Stu.

Taking her hand, "Hello, Kate," greeted Fran, "How's Nemo doing?"

"Nemo?" asked Stu.

"Private joke between women, honey," remarked Fran, "Come on in. Normally we eat for three, but we can make an exception for one extra."

Entering Kate's eyes stayed on the slightly bulging stomach. On a table was two plates and silverware. Entering the kitchen, Stu went to retrieve a plate, drinking glass, and silverware.

"Want to touch?" asked Fran.

"Can...I?"

Taking Kate's hand and lifting her shirt up to expose the wide stomach, Fran placed Kate's hand against her stomach. Nothing happened. Then a slight bump was felt.

Smiling, "You're moving," teased Kate.

"No, I'm not," Fran teased back.

Returning with the plate, glass, and fork, Stu stared at th two giggling women.

"Another private female joke?" he asked.

These brought outright laughter from the two women.

As Kate's biological clock was getting jumped started, Rath finished portioning his deer. Packing it in salt, Rath cleaned himself off. Picking up the pail full of guts and bone, his curiosity grabbed him. Picking a direction, He walked while humming "Enter the Sandman".

Entering town, he came across a house on Spruce Street. It had a porch. On this porch was a battle scarred dog. Bandages covered its side. Entering, the dog's head lifted and stared at Rath. Either he or the pail's contents got its attention. It didn't growl as Rath walked closer.

Placing the pail at the pail at the bottom step, he stood eye level to the dog. Holding his hand, the dog sniffed his hand. Licking his hand, he sat down beside the dog.

"Hello, Big Steve," scratching its ear, "Bet you like that or what's in the pail. Got to ask your owner if that's Ok."

"Ask me what?" brought his head up.

Standing in the doorway was a balding man. Granted he looked older then Rath, but this didn't mask the intelligence behind those eyes at Rath.

Sweeping his hand, "Hello."

Walking towards Rath, "Hi, Glen," offering his hand.

Standing up, "Rath," accepting it, "Your dog," pointing towards Steve.

"Yes, that's Kojak. He seems to like you."

"Why? Got a history of making enemies quickly?"

"He's just particular about who scratches his ear."

"Maybe he just want's in the bucket," pointing towards the pail at the foot of the stairs.

"What's in it?"

"Remains of a deer."

Staring at Kojak, "He needs a little fattening up," returning his attention to Rath, "New arrival?"

"Correct. Arrived with one man and two woman, in fact I'm staying with one of the women. "

"Plan on staying?"

"No."

"Why?"

"This house of cards is getting ready to be blown away."

"Think we're overreaching beyond our means?"

"The power station's running. Returning on the road that lead to the near extinction of mankind."

"Interesting view."

"Would like to stay and talk about God's sick sense of humor, but got a trip to plan for," walking down the steps.

"When I'm done with the bucket, how do I return it?"

"Tell Stu, he knows where to find me," he said walking away.

Rath returned to an empty cabin. He didn't feel hungry just lonely.