The clouds were low. Bad weather was heading towards the city.
Charo was on his way back to his nest.
He had found a new alley that was a good shortcut.
Just around the corner, he almost bumped into Sirius.
"Shhh! Be quiet!"
"You're... Charo, right?"
"Yes. Hello, Sirius. What are you doing here?"
"Listen, you'd better stay away from this area. Go back and use another street."
"We've got some information that a suspect is hiding out in that building. We're on a stakeout now."
Suddenly, a big roar of thunder.
"I told you. Be quiet!"
The wind started to blow stronger. It became darker, too.
From nowhere, a hat came dancing in the wind.
An old woman was looking for her missing hat on a sidewalk nearby.
"This ... is hers."
"Why don't you take it to her?"
"Yes. You are faster."
"I told you I'm on a stakeout."
"I can't move. I'm on duty now."
"I understand. I'll go."
Charo softly bit the edge of the hat and tried to carry it, but he was too small.
He stumbled into the inside of the hat, and managed to make his way to the old woman.
"Oh, you brought back my hat for me. How sweet of you. Thank you very, very much."
The old woman patted Charo gently on the head and said good-bye.
Charo watched her until she turned the corner and disappeared.
At that moment, Catherine and Sirius burst into the building.
The next day, Rosa was reading the newspaper again.
"Look! Sirius has done it again! He found a murder suspect and identified him by smell. It says, 'This fabulous contribution will no doubt bring Sirius the best police dog of the year award.' Wonderful, isn't it?"
Rosa's excited voice could be heard even from the kitchen door alley.
Dread seemed annoyed. Margherita was already a bit fed up.
"I met Sirius yesterday."
"There was an old lady. The wind blew off her hat. I asked Sirius to help. But he said he was working."
"I thought his work was to help people."
"Maybe he was in a tight spot."
"So what happened to the hat?"
"I brought it to the old woman."
"Good for you, Charo."
"Good... for me?"
"Sure. What you did might not be heroic, but I'm sure you did a very good thing."
"Don't you think so, Dread?"
With that, Dread started off to his nest.
"Doesn't he even care? Remember, Charo. Don't try to be like Dread, okay?
"Mmm, well, okay. I'd better go now. Good-bye, Margherita. And thank you for the food."
Charo ran after Dread and caught up.
The two were walking side by side.
Dread started to talk. This was very unusual.
"Sirius did the right thing. Dogs have pride, too. You lose your pride, you lose everything."
"Yes. When you want to succeed, you try hard. If you're trying hard, you should be proud of yourself."
"I try hard ... to get back to Shota."
"That's exactly what I'm talking about. You should be proud of yourself, Charo."
"Dread, what's your pride?"
"You mean, what do I take pride in? I used to have something but ... maybe I dropped it somewhere on the streets of New York."
Charo didn't understand with Dread was trying to say. So he asked.
"Do you want me to find it for you?"
Dread stopped, looked at Charo and smiled, in his own way that is.
"Will you, Charo? Will you do that for me?"
Charo was still puzzled, but he knew they were talking about something important.
He felt close to Dread, too, and this made Charo very happy.
On the other hand, Dread was thinking to himself.
(I'll try everything for you to return to Japan, Charo. I'll try everything.)