There's a small red dog in the hall.

After being ignored for about thirty minutes, the hookers finally give up and stop talking to you. You lie back and try to get comfortable when a short yapping noise outside gets your attention. Lifting your head up, you see a small dog, with flaming fur, standing in the hallway barking at you. You blink at it once, and then put your head back down, close your eyes and ignore it.

"Aw...what a cute little doggy." Jewel says, squatting down as far as her heels let her. She claps her hands softly and beckons it over. "Here boy. C'mon. Come to Jewel." Cerebos yips happily and trots over to her. She pats his head and ruffles his neck. "That's a good boy. How'd you get in here, little guy? Did you follow Mr. Grumpy in?" She says, looking at you.

"This female likes you, mortal." Cerebos says, chasing his own tail. It's unnerving hearing his deep, menacing voice come out of that small body. "It's not her time yet, but when it is, we'll have fine pups with her."

"She doesn't like me. She likes my money." You reply, not opening your eyes.

"I'm sorry to hear that, baby." Jewel says, standing back up, thinking that you're talking to yourself out loud. "But that's why girls like us are around. We'll help you forget your troubles for a little while. I know it's pretty much the same thing, but the offer is still on the table, you know? 200 bucks and I'll be the greatest girlfriend, wife or whatever you want, and give you the best hour of your life." She tells you how long she's typically in here, and where and when you can find her at her usual spots, if you're ever interested.

This sets the thugs off. They start shouting sob stories about their partners to the hookers, who begin either calling them out on it or discussing rates. The holding cells have turned into a full blown haggling marketplace down there before Achmad has to come back down and shut them all up. Cerebos uses this confusion to slip into your cell and says, "You enjoy wasting our time don't you?"

"Not really," you grunt, sitting up. You look at Cerebos and sigh. "I don't want to spend any more time here than you want me to. So why don't you find a way to get me out of here? Preferably, without anyone else getting hurt or doing anything that will lead to a manhunt. I can't chase after women if the authorities are after me."

Cerebos stares at you with his black, hungry eyes for a second then runs out between the bars, following a grumbling Achmad into the station. He comes back a few minutes later, carrying a backpack in his mouth. One of the thugs makes a grab for it, but Cerebos lets out a menacing snarl and he backs away. Cerebos drops the bag in front of you and you drag it into the cell.