I'm taking my dogs through a parking lot, and they're running all over. Charlie pops out of the back of a sports car, all curled up like he's sleeping, and like he came through the middle of the car without being hit, but he seems to be dead. Sydney is also on the ground dead, and I pick them both up and start carrying them to my car to rush them to the vet. I'm very upset and freaking it, and I'm think that it's unfortunate that Charlie doesn't get to be alive after Sydney, when he can be treated like the little dog he is.

But both of them open an eye as I'm carrying them. They are injured, but alive! I still need to get them to the vet.