His face contorts with pain. He indicates his pocket and pulls out a big fat wallet. You grab it. Thatís all you need. You start to run for it but the powderpuff snot of a dog pleads ëHelp me! Donít leave me with him!í The sidewalkís all clear for a getaway.

You try and make the intersection before it turns green.

You hate misery and oppression more than anything. You free the dog.