"Frankie. My dog," Raphael said, closing his eyes. "Doesn't like strangers."

He swallowed with difficult and tried to sit up in Michael's arms.

"Are we almost there?" He wanted very much to lay down and he knew that he needed something to drink. His body was dehydrating and without the ability to miracle anything away he would have to get something from the sink or have Michael do it.

Either way, he needed to rest and recooperate. He was beginning to wonder just what had possessed him to do something so idiotic.