John watches the dog go, his hands in his pockets, and he wonders for a moment if maybe he should follow. The dog seems well kept, though, maybe just lost, although it seems to know where it's going and he's sure someone is looking for it.

He'll come back here in a few days, make sure the dog hasn't simply gone back into the drain pipe, but for now he follows the dog toward the edge of the construction zone, intent on going back to the rest of the city.

"Maybe we're headed in the same direction," he says to the dog.