[Satisfied that James is following him, the golden retriever leads him around a corner and down a couple blocks, stopping for traffic when needed. After a few minutes, they arrive at a bus shelter where Tatsuo is sitting, elbows on his knees, head resting on his hands. The dog walks up to him and sticks his head between Tatsuo's arms, causing him to sit up. Tatsuo ruffles the dog's ears affectionately.]

Hey, boy. I'm okay. I just need a few more minutes.

[And then he notices he's got company.]

Oh, hi James.