It had been many months since the disappearance, so they newspapers say when Savannah found herself washed up on the shoreline. Her perfectly manicured nails split and her dark hair matted to her pale skin as she dragged herself from the dirty waters after the run in with Max.

Leaving her for dead in the freezing cold water of Chicago after trailing him there along with her bodyguards. Savannah wrapped the few clothes tightly around her battered and bruise body as she stepped upon the steps which lead  up to the streets of the Bronx .

DeadlySpikes goes walking along the Grand Concourse where he sees a woman... wet, bruised, torn up, and generally dirty. 

Lady, you should probably take a shower, and get some new clothes. You can borrow some of Cory_Chase's dresses. He has all the colors a girl could want. He tends to lend his wardrobe out to most of the women around here. I've been known to take a girl on a date, and find that her dress smells like Cory's cologne. It is quite odd... Do dry clean his clothes before wearing them... That is all.

DeadlySpikeS skips across Tremont Avenue. 

Trotting down the street Rottweiler notices a friend...or at least he thought he did. He was a dog after all, so his memory was controlled by the scent. He trots up to Savannah and sniffs around for a bit, trying to place to place the familiar scent with a person. After sniffing around for awhile he gives up and just accepts that this new person could easily be his friend. Assuming she liked dogs of course. He sits down next to her and takes a protective posture against that strange outsider who he heard something about a shower. He begins to try and protect Savannah by snarling and growling at the strange man. He couldn't help it. He was bred to be a guard dog, protective mostly of females and children. The man seemed important but he didn't care. He was determined to see that Savannah made it safely to where she was going, before checking on this back home, surely Sweets had another bone for him to munch on.

Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!

Translation: Back off outsider before you find yourself on the wrong end of my vicious temper!

He continued to bark at the man....

Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!

She tilted her head as her brow furrows, reaching down to pat the dogs head to calm him. Confused by what the man spoke of  dresses owned by others. Savannah always had her own things if she could only remember where she lived,

"easy boy they cannot harm me" she looked down at the dog, wondering why he came to her for. Who was she? and why did she have this hunger that wouldn't  go away. So many questions ran through her mind but only time will tell on whether she would get the answers.

Savannah knelt down beside the dog, stroking his fur softly she couldn't hide the fact she was scared as Max was still out there and rater pissed that he couldn't get what he wanted.

Sil was out walking the trusted Family Rottweiler  when suddenly the dog looks up sniffs the air and darts off down A back street Sil shouts after him

"roooooooottttttyyy where are you???? Come back here"

He runs after the dog and his trusted bodyguards keeping up, he hears the dog barking from somewhere in the distance and follows the sound he rounds a corner and can still hear the dog barking he slows his pace to a brisk walk and finally sees where the noise is coming from. As he approaches he sees a man standing over a women laughing, the women is in tattered clothes and clearly in distress. The man just laughs and walks off muttering something about him wearing women's clothes, the dog reaches them and begins barking to ward off the man and continues to bark til he see's Sil

"there you are Rotty whats going on here?"