10. A Visit to the Vet

Two hours after returning from the beach, Annabelle was driving her car to Bayswater town with the windows down. Chucky was on the passenger seat, his head half protruding out of the window, pink tongue lolling adorably from his gaping jaw. She had music blaring from the speakers, singing off-tune to a rock song by Green Day, her blonde hair flying wildly. 

They needed to replenish their rations and she also wanted the vet to take a look at Chucky’s injuries. The laceration on Chucky’s side had magically disappeared this morning and the dog is surprisingly active, making her wonder if she had imagined his injuries when she brought him home yesterday. 

Ten minutes later, she parked her car in an empty bay in front of the veterinarian’s office. She opened the door and walked in, Chucky following closely behind her footsteps like a shadow. From he