Shawn just spent the rest of the day walking around in a daze. Every so often he would reach into his pocket just to feel the little box. He walked by a store window and saw his reflection, his eyes were dark and depressed, he profile gaunt; he really did look like a walking corpse which suddenly reminded him of how hungry he was. He stopped in a coffee shop for a bite to eat but decided to have it to go because he just didn't feel like being surrounded by people.

In the far corner of a deserted park a lone bench sat in the shade and for some odd reason gave solace for a young depressed man suffering without the love of his life by his side.

'Why haven't you called?' 'Do you even love me anymore?' 'Did someone else beat me to you?'

Shawn stared up at the graying sky, it looked just as bad as he felt. He felt a sudden wetness come over his face and for just a minute he thought it was raining it was then he realized he was crying. The tears began to fall faster; suddenly he dropped to his knees and screamed "WHY BABY WHY!"

As he held his face in his hands he felt a gentle nudging at his arm. When he pulled his hands away a hot wet tongue was running over his face.

"Hey, hey, hey back, back off"

Shawn sat back on his legs and saw before him a grayish colored dog, "Hey there, hi why you sniffing my hands, you smell my bagel, are you hungry hmmm? Here you can have it I'm not hungry anymore anyway. I got to go home, enjoy."

During his way home the skies opened up and let loose tears of their own drenching Shawn straight through to the bone. Fumbling through his pocket for the keys he felt something crash into the back of his legs. Turning around he sees the same dog from the park only it was now half white, the rain washing the dirt and dust form the thick fur.

"Hey go home, go ahead go" the dog lay down at his feet a whimpered. Squatting down and tapping his knee the dog came to him and he started rubbing its neck, "No collar? Are you a stray? I know what that's like, hell my father abandon me to take off after a woman he let me for nearly sixteen years believe to be my mother. I was shuffled around from place to place, even tried to live on the streets, it's not fun is it… boy? Wait a second what are you?" He asked the dog as if she would answer.

"Hmm so you're a girl, you know you're the first girl to actually follow me home?"

The dog just licked his face in response, "Well nobody deserves a life on the street, everybody needs a home, a warm bed, dish full of food, sound good?" All he got was a simple bark and a wagging tail which was enough for Shawn to show that she understood. Shawn opened the door and stepped aside allowing her to go in first "Go ahead girl."

"Hello? Cory? Topanga? Eric? Guess it's just you and me girl, why don't we dry off. Well I'll dry off but you need a bath you look like you were white at one point, come on."

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"There you go girl all clean and dry, how 'bout we get some sleep?"

"Woof, woof"

"Come on you can sleep in my bed with me; I guarantee it's better than the cold city streets."

Even though Shawn still missed Angela he found that his mood had lifted dramatically. He cuddled with his new found stray pal and drifted off to one of the best's night's sleep he's had in nearly a year.