Stein shuffled after Birkin obediently, his head down and his hair in his eyes. He didn't know where they were going, and as they walked down the steps from his front door and the door clanged shut, he started and pulled away from Birkin abruptly.

"Wait...wait..." he muttered, his eyes darting from side to side. "The guard dog. Where is he?"

He grabbed onto Birkin's arm again, so tightly that it likely bruised. "He'll hurt you if he catches you taking me. He said to stay here!"