A German shepherd stumbled into the bookstore, browsing through the books a moment, huffing slightly as his watch beeped. He patted his pockets, reaching into them for a small, orange bottle. He shook it, pouring the pills into his hand. But there was nothing in the box. He was out...out of them. He needed to... He needed... His breathing became quick and his vision began to blur... Everything seemed like it was a mile away, and everything was too...everything. Lights were to bright, sounds were too loud, the carpet was too coarse. He grunted, resting himself on a bookshelf, slowly sliding onto the floor. He saw a couple talking, and reached out to them. "H-help...nine...one...one..." He called out weakly