>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mj3dc5Pb7LgMegan was cruising down an empty Main Street on her way to the Campbells', lost in her thoughts, with KPUT's country schmaltzfest still going strong in the background, and the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof keeping her company; the once bright spark in her eyes gone, as if someone had stolen a piece of her soul.
*HONK-HOOONK!*
The Sherriff's deputy jerked back to reality and made a sharp right as a pair of headlights stared straight at her, narrowly avoiding Buck's truck as she guided her patrol car back into the right lane; her hands a pale white blur on the wheel.
"My bad, Mr. Hodder! Uh, drive safe!" she waved at the angry old man driving past her, flashing him an awkward smile.
"Jesus..." she ran a sweaty palm over her face. "Right... Better stop feeling sorry for yourself, there, Scott... It's getting dangerous." she reached over to the radio and turned the dial, with the needle resting on KLLR, only to be met with the always unpleasant sound of static.
*KSHHHHHHHT*
"Weird... Walter's never let KLLR go down once-- Dude even made it through the Columbus Day storm of '62 without a hitch. Huh..."
She rounded the corner to Williamson Drive, and slowed down before parking on the Campbells' driveway.
"Woof! Woof!" Sarge exclaimed the second Megan went through the gate, hopping up and down in his dog house and tugging at this chain, as if to say: "Finally! Get that thing off of me! It smells like wet dog in here, for crying out loud!"
"Hey, Sarge." Megan patted him on the head as she unhooked the chain from his bright red collar. "Come on, buddy. Let's get you inside." she walked over to the garage and was about to lift the door, but the big white retriever had other plans.
"Bark! Bark!" Sarge yelled as he strolled down the driveway, as if to say: "Nuh-uh! I don't know where you're going, but I'm coming with you! I mean, just look at you! You could use all the help you can get!"
"Sarge, come on, man! I gotta drive up to the Mayor's and the Sherriff said--"
"Grrr!" Sarge growled, baring his teeth, as if to say: "You giving me lip, rookie?!"
"Okay, okay! Whatever..." she raised her hands in the air. "Just be careful not to get any mud on the--"
"Arf! Arf!" the dog smiled and wagged his tail at her, as if to say: "Shotgun!", before jumping into the car through the open driver's seat door and getting comfy on the passenger's seat; a battlefield of muddy paw prints, stains, twigs and patches of wet grass adorning Megan's formerly pristine cabin.
"...seats." Megan sighed. She wiped her seat with her jacket sleeve and got inside, before shutting the door and turning the keys in the ignition; big bright headlights illuminating the Campbells' empty residence, as a fat possum with a chipped tooth and mangled ears peeked out the doggy door at he bottom of the garage door to see what was going on.
