Notes

Introduction:
Ada is lounging in the cushy, black couch, with her brown, furry dog Luna sitting in her lap. She is reading the news in her New York house. The New York Times 11/19/2521 edition was about how “The Hound Strikes Another Victim.” Again. This story has been the hottest story for so long, that Ada even remembers the reporter’s name. This powerful white dog has been prowling the New York area for months, attacking smaller animals for food. Ada is disgusted whenever she reads this, so she tuned it out. It doesn’t really matter if any animal dies; The owner can just clone the animals anyway. In 2521, technology of perfect cloning of animals was completed. It can clone an animal’s features, looks, and personalities perfectly. She turns on the small 30K TV. She got it on sale for $30, for nobody wants it anymore because it is so old. Luna cuddled in as they watched her favorite show, “A Pet’s Life.” Luna seems to even laugh at the jokes the animals give. The cool autumn air rushes in through the window, bringing pleasant scents of pumpkin spice candles. Ada got a delicious, creamy pumpkin pie from the pantry; her favorite. That’s how she found Luna, in fact. It was four years ago when she entered this dusty, old pet store. As she passed the slimy lizards and the squawking parrots, she smelt the inside-warming scent of pumpkin pie. As she started homing in towards the scent, she found the source. Squished in a dusty corner of the pet store, a skinny brown dog was playing with a small ball. She loved the dog instantly, buying her without a second thought.
As she snapped from the flashback, she just remembered, she has to let the dog out. Ada took Luna through the back door. Since the New York citizen density has been decimated due to the truly remarkable boom of Silicon Valley, the New York house’s backyard has increased in size. As Luna was rolling in the soft wet grass, Ada got a call from her phone. She went into the house to receive it. She closed the door behind her, and picked up the call. The call was about a circus that “has to be experienced.” After she was done with that call, she was ready to come back to Luna and get her some dinner. What she found was Luna resting on the ground. Ada called, “Come on Luna, we have to go inside!” She wouldn’t move a muscle. Ada called various things that Luna ignored. When Ada was carrying Luna into the house, Ada noticed Luna had no pulse. Was she dead? She didn’t think the worst yet, thinking their must be another possibility. Ada checked Luna’s breathing. Or the lack thereof. Luna was not breathing nor was her heart beating. Luna was dead, with only two scratches on her. What could have caused this?
This can’t be happening. One moment, she was watching a movie with her dog. The next moment, she was watching her dog lying dead. She called detectives to the scene. The detectives, Sherlock and Watson, started searching the scene, checking every crevice and bump. They noticed many droppings of white fur. Was Luna killed by the White Hound; the very being she shrugged off in the beginning of that fateful day? She was in dismay. How could such a thing happen to her beautiful dog? Her only companion. Her only friend. Then a thought came to her. Why can’t I just clone my dog? No. That would be disrespecting to the memory of her dog. She had to live without her dog. Alone. She went back to her house, finishing the pumpkin pie she started eating. The very food that made her fall in love with her dog. Or what used to be her dog.
The next morning, she slips back into consciousness. Wow, that was such a bad sleep. At least the nightmare didn’t stretch on. She opens the window, with the morning air flushing the room with cinnamon aromas. A smile begins to gradually stretch on her face. The day is perfect. With Thanksgiving coming closer by the minute, everybody has been dressing up their pets. She is so incredibly excited to dress Luna up as a turkey, she zooms past the kitchen, sprints straight through the hall, and opens the door. She gets her old, rusty bike and pedals through her neighborhood. She enters the same exact old pet store where she got Luna. The place seems oddly preserved. She passes the same slimy lizards and squawking parrots, the same dusty old corner Luna once laid in, and the same ancient man at the counter. She finds some dusty costumes, passes some money to the man, and biked right back to her house. She searches every nook and cranny in her house, looking for Luna. She can not find her anywhere. A thought dawns on her. What if that nightmare was true? That can’t be. She ran through the house to go to the pet shop. She must have seen Luna at least once. She rummages through her memory. She did not even remember smelling Luna’s distinct scent. The nightmare was true. She felt so dismayed, her limitless energy in the morning syphoned away into sadness. She went back to the rusty old bike, getting ready to return the costume she got for Luna.
As Ada was biking through the neighborhood, a dirty grey dog walked through the street right in front of her path. Ada pushes the brakes so hard, she starts skidding out of control. She falls on the hard asphalt, cutting her all over in the process. The dog stops walking, and looks straight at Ada. He is growling, walking towards Ada with a grimace on his face. His fangs are out, and eyes full of lust. This is the end. Ada was so scared. What if she not only lost her dog, but also her physical identity? The dog keeps on slowly walking towards her, looking more menacing the closer he is. When the dog finally arrives right in front of her, she closes her eyes tight, getting ready for the worst. The dog’s mouth is inches away from her face, where she can easily appreciate how sharp his teeth are. This is it. This is the end for me. Then, the dog licks her. She opens her eyes, seeing the dog is licking her cuts. Why was the dog doing this? She didn’t do anything to him in return. Why help know? She looks into the dog’s beautiful brown eyes. She did not like this dog when she first saw him a few moments ago. He was so dirty, dust seemed to gravitate towards him. He is so smelly, she thought that even a room full of dirty people would not smell as bad as this. Does she want this dog, after only meeting him for a few moments of her life? She did not even think rationally about this decision yet. Her greatest companion was Luna, in which she bought a heartbeat after meeting her. That was not rational, was it? The best decisions aren’t always rational. Just like how she trusted her feelings to get Luna, she trusts her feelings again. Let’s give this dog a chance. She takes the dog back to her house. She cleans up the many layers of dust he accumulated. Under the dust, he has a majestic, white-as-snow fur. She let him stay in her bed for now, as he was too big for Luna’s bed. Next morning, she wakes up to see him at the foot of her bed. As she didn’t want to call him ‘dog’, she wanted to give him a nick-name. One she can use before giving him a proper name. She just thinks of Turkey, as Thanksgiving is five days from now. She puts some dog food into a bowl, so Turkey can eat breakfast. With that out of the way, she meets with Watson and Sherlock, the detectives working on what happened to Luna. When she arrives at their office, she notices how grand humble the office is. It boasts beautiful, over-the-top architecture that rivals even the best buildings she has ever seen. But it was small for a detective, let alone two. Watson opens the door for her, which is embroidered with beautiful designs, as he is the lead detective. Watson starts with some chit chat with Ada, talking about how Watson is scared Sherlock might take his position as lead detective. After that, they start talking about their progress in the case. Sherlock is currently inspecting the fur, looking for DNA samples. Watson is making a list of suspects, currently only one name long. Of course, that name is the Hound. They are not 100% sure it is the Hound, but it is the biggest suspect. Once they were done explaining what they have done, they gave their farewells.