(Told from Peta’s view)

After an epic brawl that should go down in history Finch managed to attach a leash to the collar. Then managed to attach the end of the leash to a hook embedded into the wall. So now we're both lying side by side on the hardwood floor staring at the oscillating ceiling fan trying to catch our breath.

To my eternal annoyance Finch started talking, “I *deep breath* won.” I answered, “Ya *Deep Breath* ya did.” I was mature enough to admit defeat, “I'm winning *Deep Breath* next time.” Finch laughed, “What's your name, Pet?” I ignored her question. “I'm getting some water.” I stood up and only made it to the kitchen doorway when the leash ran out of slack and yanked me to the floor. Finch laughed at me as I viciously tugged on the leash.

She wiped fake tears from her eyes, “You forgot that was there. Didn't you?” I snarled at her as she got up to get some bottled water from the fridge. By the time she came back I was trying to chew through the leash. She handed me a bottle. “That's not going to work.” I spit out the leash and shrugged, “worth a shot.” I took a drink. After I was done. Without warning I threw the bottle at the hook in that wall that the leash was hooked to. The bottle bounced off and did no damage. But the cap did come off and splash water all over both of us. Finch brushed her now wet hair out of her face and stared at me. I shrugged, “Worth a shot.”