In a holding cell, Billy is waiting for his day in court. It’s about 7:00 PM. He may not be human at this point but he’s showing expression that he’s no monster, but evidence against him shows that he was despite the alibi he had that we was nowhere near the scene of the crime. The expression on his muzzle and the way his wolf ears drooped proves that his future looks bleak. His brown is overlapped by an orange jumpsuit custom fitted for his large muscular body. “Mr. Kranston?” A guard says, “You have a visitor.” What Billy saw next lifted his spirits, it was Wendy Sanders, a werewolf supporter and his girlfriend. “Wendy!” Billy growled, “You are a sight for sore eyes.” “Good news, I hired a detective to investigate clues that could clear you, and win this trial.” “That is great, but what about George Hartford, he’s very determined to have me executed for the death of his wife.” “Don’t worry about him, chance is. We will have evidence that you didn’t kill Mrs. Hartford.”