For the past 15 minutes or so, as the forest green convertible speeds along the freeway, Jared hangs his head out the window and lets his tongue roll out. He can barely see with the wind whipping strands of his shaggy fur across his eyes, but he doesn't care. He just enjoys the sensations of being alive again. For the other motorists on the road, he's just another dog riding with his head out of a car window that they wouldn't think twice about.
Raphael and Birdy, as he has come to know them, are in the front seat. He eventually becomes curious about their destination. He had let their conversation drift from his attention, but he is curious about their destination. He's alive, but he is still a dog. Jared draws his head back inside the vehicle, wondering what's next in his strange odyssey.
Will it get stranger still or is he due a return to something like normalcy? He glances back out the window and sees highway signs and other vehicles continue to zip past in a bright, gray blur.
He barks. "Hey, guys!"