Harry had been hired to transport a mysterious package in his truck two days ago. It was a job that paid well, but little did he know that it would lead to trouble. As he parked his truck and observed the dull gold truck parked nearby, he felt a sense of unease. Something didn’t feel right.

Ignoring his instincts, Harry hired a young man to guard the truck and headed towards the rear of the police headquarters. He needed to talk to a police inspector he trusted. As he crossed the busy road and entered the row of shops, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched.

Reaching the inspector’s office, Harry recounted the events that led to his arrest. The inspector listened intently but seemed skeptical. Harry couldn’t blame him; the story sounded absurd even to his own ears. As they discussed the situation, Harry mentioned the strange dog-like creature that was housed in a plywood box on his scooter.

The inspector raised an eyebrow at the mention of the creature. “Your dog is in there?” he asked, surprising Harry. He had assumed that the inspector would dismiss it as a figment of his imagination.

Harry nodded, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. The inspector handed him a form and assured him that they would look into his claims. As Harry left the office, he couldn’t help but wonder about the true nature of the creature.

Heading towards the pound to retrieve his scooter, Harry couldn’t shake off the feeling that something big was about to happen. The events at the airport, the strange package, and the creature in his possession seemed connected in some way, but the pieces of the puzzle eluded him.

The next day, as he was released from jail, Harry felt a newfound determination. He knew he had to uncover the truth behind the package and the mysterious creature. With the knowledge that he was now a witness to whatever was going on, he understood the importance of his role.