Charlie’s changing nostrils quiver as his brain begins getting more sensory information then it has ever before. Not understanding why the fact that Helen smells of both worry and fresh ground coffee is simply known. Frank is angry but glancing at him that is easy to see. “It was that man who did this to Alex. I just know it.” Frank manages to say at last having recovered from his staring at Charlie. “Charlie? Did you get a good look at the pedophile?” This of course snaps Charlie out of his dazed sniffing. Helen looks up from her son while trying to push the eagerly licking Rusty aside as the large dog runs back and forth between the three members of his pack. “The police will be out front in a second.” One hand idly rubbing the now pointed furry ears of Alex she looks questionly to her husband. “What should we do Frank?” Rusty now largely ignored by the two legs stops his worried licks ears perking forward with surprise. Sounds that before he only partly understood are suddenly becoming words to him. Head cocking to the side he looks up at his pack and tries to piece together more of the sounds which have become words.