Alan closed the door behind him and leaned against it, his mind racing. He couldn’t just leave the cat out there in the freezing cold, but the threat of a bite or worse loomed large in his thoughts.
If he got hurt, who would be there to help him? He was alone, with no one to care for him if things went wrong. The prospect of a bad fall or a serious bite was more than just painful—it could be catastrophic.
He stared out the window, watching as the first flakes of snow began to fall, light at first but with a steady, deliberate pace. The sight made his heart sink. He knew the storm would only get worse, and the cat wouldn’t stand a chance in the bitter cold.
The thought of it freezing to death gnawed at him, tightening the knot of anxiety in his chest. He couldn’t just let it happen. Determined not to let fear rule him, Alan suited up again, pulling on extra layers.