A grey van moved through the slow traffic, its driver; a thin stern faced man, looked out the window clearly annoyed. Traffic slowed down his work, he wanted nothing more than to get back to the shelter, drop off the stray he had spent the last year and a half trying to catch, and finish what was probably a mountain of paperwork that was left by his fiance. The van finally picked up speed as he approached his exit, making its way to a nice looking aninoid shelter.

He pulled into the volunteer parking lot, several other vans coming and going. The new mandate proclaiming that all aninoids needed to have some sort of master or owner had made the need for more shelter volunteer skyrocket and to be frank William was happy with the extra help.

The slender man parked, and looked back at the one cage that held a feline- aninoid, one cold grey blue eye glared back at him. "It was only a matter of time that you would end up here, I am just glad I was the one to bring you in," William told the form, who only shifted slightly. It was going to be a pain to fight with the aninoid to get him inside. He almost broke the malnourished creature's arm trying to get him into the van, taking the assistance from a stranger to actually lock and contain him. William poundered a moment before heading in doors, he walked through the adoption halls and into the back examination room looking for a coworker everyone 'lovingly' called the Undertaker. He found the man looking over a deceased hound aninoid, chuckling to himself softly, "Undertaker, I need your assistance," William said, pulling the other out of his concentration.

"Welcome back William! I'm guessing you got your prey if you are here with me instead of sulking in your office." the tall man chuckled turning around and facing the other, "What can I assist you with?"

"I need you to sedate him so he can be moved, cleaned and tagged."

"I will be more than happy to help." the grey haired man said with a deep chuckle.

William made his way back to his van and slided the door open, the aninoid yelping, jumping in his cage at the sudden sound. He bared his fangs and hissed as he looked out at the golden eyes man in a feeble attempt to scare him off. William just rolled his eyes and put on his leather gloves, getting ready to hold the clearly terrified creature down as he was sedated. Shortly after the oddly dressed vet joined him at the van, looking in at the aninoid, "This little thing gave you all those problems this past year" he teased, laughing at the stern look he was given, "Alright alright, lets get him out and sedated, I'm sure you want to get home to your soon to be wife."

William pulled the cage to the vans doorway and carefully unlocked the latch, keeping watch over now hissing aninoid, he grabbed the top handle and with the help of the vet they tipped it at an angle forcing the scared creature to slide forward. There was a brief struggle that ended with the hissing aninoid pinned to the asphalt, William used his knee to hold the young creature down freeing his hands to keep the dirty head still while the Undertaker slid a needle into the vein on the neck. There was a few moments of protest and sobbing from the feline, small slurred pleas to let him go, before he gave in and fell asleep. A soft sigh escaped William as he got up, there was still a lot of work to be done now that the boy was out, but just knowing there was no fear of escape or bodily harm was a relief. The two of them carried the body inside and William handed him off to another volunteer to get checked in and went to finish his paperwork for the day.

Ciel woke, his head groggy and his body felt heavy, he blinked and tried to get the bearings of his surroundings. Dread settling in as he realized he was in a large cell inside a shelter. He pulled himself to his feet, swaying as he did, he stumbled to the cell door and shook it with as much strength that he had. It rattled but of course stayed firm and shut. Frustrated and still coming down from whatever drug they had given him he looked at the other poor souls caged in the facility. A few bore collars and seemed more relaxed then rest, who all looked the same, scared or mad. Ciel went back to the cot he had woken up on and laid down. He need the drugs out of his system if he wanted to find a way out of here.