Outside the walls of Zoey's home, Denzel stared at the entrance door of the house for a period, hoping she would change her mind before he wriggled his head and walked away when no one came out.
"How heartless," Denzel said, walking away with the sleeping dog in his arms. Walking along the path, he looked at both sides, checking if he could find a motel to stay at, but he saw none.
Denzel sighed when he gave up, looking down and up again, he saw a roadside bench, lengthy enough for someone to sit or rest.
"That may do..." He mumbled to himself and wandered to it to sit down, lying on it thereafter, with his hands at the back of his head, acting as a headrest, the dog on his chest, still asleep.
As he rested on the bench, he looked at the stars, and the sight of the stars started to clear when his mind began to wonder about what had been going on recently.
