“There!” Sandy thought. “I found someone, Rick!”
Her senses pierced the night. There was a woman in a dark place, struggling feebly against her imprisonment. Sandy heard her cries, though they were little more than sobbing gasps of pain.
It must have been torture – the stench of fear filled Sandy’s nostrils while the sharp tang of blood danced across her tongue.
All this triggered the usual feelings in Sandy: a powerful urge to help, the absolute conviction she was right, and a fierce protectiveness, as if the person she sensed was family.
She tried her best to explain what she knew, but Rick, who usually believed her without question, ignored her this time. She couldn’t understand what was going on in his mind.
“Sorry girl,” Rick said quietly as he ruffled her fur and attached the leash. “Nothing over here!” he called out.
"Moving on!" He slipped Sandy a treat, then led her to the next house collapsed by the earthquake, pausing for only a moment to look back at the rubble of his ex-girlfriend’s place.