Zac looks at the Cyborgel, noting her body language and the unsaid emotion in her eyes. [i]She seems like she's completely out of her element,[/i] he thinks. Nodding, he then says, "No problem. I know a place nearby we can use until you're better."

As he walks over to the Cyborgel to help her, he notices Sasha staring intently at a mound of junk, her ears perked and tail raised. "Sasha," he says, catching her attention. Relaxing, her tail waves back and forth as she waits for another order. Zac smiles and steps next to the Cyborgel. "I know you aren't comfortable with me being so close," he says, wrapping her arm around his shoulders, "but bear with me, at least for awhile. Just go ahead and use me as a crutch, alright?"

That said, he begins to lead her back over to the hole in the fence. Sasha takes a couple of steps forward, but turns back toward the scrap heap. While it may look like she's looking at it, she's really looking [i]through[/i] it, searching for any evidence of the voices she had heard. Unable to see much, however, she turns back toward her master and the Cyborgel and trots back toward them.

Once through the fence, Zac says, "Since it seems like I might have to help you for a little while, mind telling me what you go by? You can call me 'Zac.'"