Sweat drips down my brow and my tee is soaked. My brown BDUs are damp too. I need water, so I walk back to Sally for my water bottle. It was completely frozen when I left the apartment earlier. It's lukewarm now. I take a healthy swallow.

I search for Mama Kane for an hour, but I can't find her. A homeless man I'm unfamiliar with tells me she's at Veterans hospital. Her goat went with animal control. I head to the hospital and receive bad news. Someone assaulted Mama Kane and ...