It's been a grueling three days since she left. Three days full of pain, sorrow, and week-old takeaways. I dragged myself into the kitchen and peeked in the refrigerator only to find three cans of BudLite and a carton of old Mushu pork. I watched the Chinese characters rotate countless times as my pitiful dinner was reheated by the microwave, and I returned to the dark green couch with the meal in hand. The Pacers were down twenty points in the fourth quarter, and I couldn't bear to watch anymore. I threw the remote at the glowing screen and suddenly everything went dark. The only light in the house came from the flashing red light on the answering machine. Three messages from colleagues and one from my boss asking about my absence at the factory. It was only 9.30, but I decided to go to bed early because the television was broken. The hours passed slowly and my pillow muffled the faint sound of crying. Three hours passed before I finally fell asleep, and the morning light came earlier than I would have preferred. I forced myself to take a shower and put on my work uniform so I could return to my station in the plant. As I opened the rusted door of my brown pickup truck I noticed a yellow sweater that Sarah had left on the passenger seat. Instead of disposing of the garment, I decided to walk the two kilometers to the waste management plant. The cool autumn breeze felt amazing as it passed through my hair and I noticed a dog to my left. Every morning on my way to work I passed this same blue house, but this time the house looked different and I stopped to take in my surroundings. I focused my attention on the brown dog pacing back and forth along the fence of his kennel and searched unsuccessfully for a weak spot in the chain link fence. The dog was trapped with…half of a sheet of paper…from the main library and I parked my truck in an empty lot across the street. I spent the night waiting outside her building and saw her emerge in a blue sweatshirt around 6:30 the next morning. She was wearing headphones when I approached her in the parking lot and quickly explained that my dog ​​was sick and that I needed her help. My voice shook as I realized my months of planning were coming to an end and she followed me to my brown truck. Once she was in the passenger seat, I blindfolded and tied her up. He squirmed in his seat, but couldn't free himself from the ropes. I took it home and threw it in the newly completed shed. I could barely control the wave of joy that washed over me after realizing that my brilliant plan was finally complete and that my months of pain and loneliness were over forever..