ââ Sounds like a lot ofâŠresponsibility.â He knew what it was like to be the one on the six of the people he was working with. More than anything, he knew what could happen if he failed. The sight of Gooseâs charred hand flashed through his head and he reeled for a second, blinking and swallowing and holding on to the doorframe at the unbidden nature of the vividness; he hadnât thought of that memory in years. The dog looked up at the sound of his hand hitting the frame, and she turned back towards him, nosing at his hand and taking him by surprise. He looked down at her with wide, astonished eyes. She looked up at him, with dog-like (which made sense, because that was what she was), soulful eyes. He cleared his throat. She wagged her tail and went back to Lucky, sniffing now at his face. ââ Sorry. âŠKnow itâs an important job.â