[EXT. RAINY SIDE STREET – EARLY EVENING]
Rain pours down in sheets, turning gutters into streams. In the middle of it all, a tiny, soaked puppy huddles beneath a parked car, shivering and scared.
Every honk, every splash of water makes him flinch.
He’s cold. Hungry. Alone.
[INT. JESS’S CAR – MOMENTS LATER]
JESS, late 20s, drives slowly through the storm, eyes scanning the road. She spots something small dart under a car.
She pulls over, turns on her hazards, and steps into the rain.
JESS (crouching):
Hey there, little one… it’s okay. I won’t hurt you.
The puppy growls softly at first—but his eyes say something else. He’s tired. Desperate.
Jess kneels, staying still. After a long minute… the puppy crawls out, inch by inch, and into her arms.
[INT. VET CLINIC – LATER]
The puppy is wrapped in a towel, warming up on a vet’s table. He’s quiet now, eyes half-closed, safe for the first time in who knows how long.
VET:
You got to him just in time. He wouldn’t have made it through the night.
Jess smiles, gently rubbing his tiny paw.
JESS:
Well… he’s not going back out there again.
[EXT. PARK – A WEEK LATER]
Sunshine. Laughter. The once-lost puppy now dashes across the grass, tail wagging like a flag.
He stops, runs back to Jess, and leaps into her arms like he’s finally found what he was missing.
