Joseph Carter pulls into the town’s police station; still fuming from what Angelica said. Compounded from the earlier fracas with his children; Joseph was in an ill mood. Spending an hour trolling up and down several apartment buildings; Joseph realized in a moment of clarity, that he had no idea where Samson lived.
Before heading into the police station; Joseph says a short prayer to calm himself down. Not wanting to get arrested for causing a scene he walks into the station to see the duty officer filling out paper work. The duty officer who was a were-dog smelled Joseph enter and knew a fellow were arrived.
“How can I help you?”
“I was wondering,” Joseph pausing; “if i could speak to my son, Samson. Is he on duty tonight?”
“Samson who,” the duty officer responds not bothering to look up from his paper work.
“Samson Carter,” Joseph gritting his teeth; “It’s very important. It concerns his mother.”
“Deputy Cater is off duty until oh six hundred hours,” The duty officer answers; “your more than welcome to come back then.”
“six in the morning,” Joseph thinking; “fine, I’ll be back then.” Joseph doing his best to be calm; leaves the police station and heads back to the hospital to be with his wife Angelica.
******
Martha and William Anderson; each in their were-fox fusonas, were cuddling together. Face to face in their bed; enjoying each other’s body heat and presence. Despite the couple being were’s; tonight neither was interested in sex or any intense nor intimate acts of love. Instead they chose to remain embraced in each other’s arms as they slowly drifted off to sleep.
“I love you William;” Martha murmurs as she drifts off loving the embrace her husband is giving her.
“I love you Martha,” William responds; giving her a loving kiss as he to revels in his wife’s loving scent and gentle hugging.
*******
Eric Anderson was lying on his bed in his fursona; finding it more comfortable to sleep over the covers, he slept soundly with a smile on his feline maw. Eric was dreaming; dreaming of being chased and chasing both Frieda and Spencer in a luscious green forest smelling of a fresh rain fall in the early hours of a spring day.
Dodging low branches and effortlessly leaping over fallen trees and large boulders; Eric soon catches up to his quarry. A giggling grey furred were-panther with russet highlights. Scooping up Frieda with one arm and slinging her over his shoulder; Spencer soon leaps down in front of him. Trying to pounce Eric, he catches her with his other arm and slings her over his other shoulder. Purring he makes a short walk to a small patch of moss and fallen leaves. Placing both Spencer and Frieda on the ground; Eric grins as both are clearly eager for him.
Eric still lying in his bed; twitching as he enjoys the dream, absently speaks “Yin”.
Meanwhile as spencer was sleeping in her own bed she was sighing in pleasure. Not realizing she was having the same dream as Eric, only chasing him as Eric chases Frieda; Spencer soon swoons as she shortly mumbles “Yang”.
Frieda sleeping in the hospital chair next to her mother Amanda and her father Benton; she giggles in her sleep as she can experience Eric slinging her over her shoulder in what is now clear a dream the three are sharing. Gasping, as Frieda moans “Whole”.