The day went by fast for Jasper. Later that night, he crawled out onto his roof through his old window. He sat motionless, staring at the stars. The wind whipped his gray fur. It was still late May, and it was still cold at night. He shivered and pulled his hoodie closer to his fragile form. A cigarette hung limp from his mouth. He tapped it, watching the ashes fall. He exhaled, the smoke surrounding him in a large cloud.