My cheeks were red and stained with tears. I knew I was still crying even though I didn't feel them, I didn't feel anything. I couldn't hear anything. I just watched Rocky. I then thought, as if to speak to him: “this is not a game. Do you see me? You're not supposed to do that, Rocky. Come on, puppy. Come here. I was shaken out of my frozen state by Mackenzie. She was trying to comfort me even though the only thing that could do that was my Rocky. I saw that the neighbors had reappeared. Even some behind our condo building. All these military families and adults came with worried faces. The man was helping to call Rocky towards us. One of my neighbors brought his dog to try to convince Rocky to come play. He went to smell it but left too quickly to catch it. The game seemed to never end. I continued to cry while calling out to him weakly. My little brother was afraid that I would cry but he didn't understand. I sometimes wish I was him when the incident