You are Balto. You are sitting on top of the old run-down boat that you call home. A tear wells up in your eye. You think about the previous events of today and remember that you saw some children making thier way into the hospital.

Had the diptheria returned?

You want to doubt this but the thought keeps clinging to your mind. You sigh. You don't want to give up hope yet but you think Rosie is sick.

Do you want to go check it out?