also having Charles persistently shaking her shoulder. He took her paw and led her down to her apartment where a big circle of dogs were. Agatha did not register what was happening, but as Charles pushed everyone aside and they came upon the scene, Agatha saw what was going on.

On the asphalt laid Burt, beaten and dead. Nearby was Loni, weeping loudly and carrying on how she was pregnant. Agatha gulped loudly and sunk to the ground, staring at Burt's body.

"Do you know what happened?" Charles asked a bystander.

The bystander, a smoker, took a long drag on his cigarette and said, "Some gang business or whatever. I live in the floor above this guy's. Yeah, I heard all this commotion outside and saw them beat him outside. Something about him ditching his work and having to pay or something."

"Who would..?"

"I don't know. But that girl there, she's pregnant. After I saw him getting beaten, I ran downstairs and saw her locked up in one of the rooms, refusing to leave. Poor gal, to have that happen to her."

Charles felt his eyes become watery and he turned to look at Agatha, whose mouth was wide open as she studied Burt's body.

Loni raised her head and saw Agatha. "You... IT WAS YOU! YOU KILLED BURT!" She cried out, pointing her paw at Agatha who did not take mind to her for she continued to stare at Burt. Everyone else looked at Loni and then at Agatha, and they continued to look at Agatha until Charles thought it would be best to remove her from the scene.

They went to the back of the pub where Charles sat her down and asked what happened.

"I don't remember..." she said softly.

Charles sighed. Agatha was broken. He continued to prod her with questions but she kept on repeating herself. Finally, seeing as he wasn't getting anything out of her, he told her to get out of the city and move far away. Agatha seemed to have barely heard him for her eyes stared past him to look at the wall. Charles shook her violently. "Agatha listen to me! Get out of here!"

"Uh huh..." said Agatha absently.

Charles sighed. He took care of Agatha. He booked Agatha a trip out of the state and got her to get all of her things together. Each and every day he was doing this, Agatha was slowly becoming less and less responsive, until one day she just finally stopped communicating. By this point Charles was too frustrated to care about her problems and just threw her out of his life forever.

Agatha never did make that trip. Agatha was staying with someone somewhere a few miles from New Orleans and had entered the local pub. She drunk herself silly until she was no longer conscious. When Agatha opened her eyes, she found herself no longer in the pub she was spending time in the night before.

In front of her, a pink-colored whippet appeared to her, a big smile etched on her face. "Welcome to heaven."