I was a little boy and a creepy man broke into my house with a gun, but I managed to sneak out and was running along a dirt track with my dog. He tracked us down, so we started heading towards some industrial buildings where they made tractor tyres, but the man had beaten us there and was telling the worker that a kid with a dog had run away from home and to call him if he sees me. I creep past a few more big sheds and see a truck just pulling up at a barn. I decide he probably hasn't been influenced by the man and ask him to drive me (and the dog) to NCIS.
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