Keep walking.

You wander further down the street. Where could this Margaret live? Just then, a truck pulls up next to you on the road. Oh no! ANIMAL CONTROL. People who look like heavily armed combat mercenaries pour out of the truck. You try to run, but someone fires a tranquilizer at you to take you down. “WOOF!” you bark, which translates to, “It’s gonna take more than one of those things to bring THIS PAPILLON DOWN!” Then they unload multiple tranquilizers on you, and they have proven you correct apparently, because they bring you down. And off to the pound you go, where you live out your days, and Betty and Howard are too confused by their recent traumatic experiences and heavy medications to come pick you up.  But you can’t say you didn’t try to avenge Betty. YOU CAN’T, JENKINS.

The end.