"We got caught the other day in LAN, and it was only 5 p.m!"

"How could it be? Don't tell me, they took your particulars right?"

"Uhh, yeah."

"Without THEIR verification?"

"Well, they are frightening! Anyway, you better be careful! Those patrolmen are really upholding that 'curfew'-"

"Curfew? So our curfew is 5pm, eh?"

"Don't know la... Just be careful!"

"Yeah, I will. (I) don't think I'll get caught, lah! Where got so suay one!" Don laughed the warning off.

* * * * *

Don got caught the next day.

Nabeh.

* * * * *

Leaves rustled as a slight breeze stirred. Clammy air filled the atmosphere, bringing about a waft of nightly dew. The hour hand positioned itself at one, second hand ticking in dalliance.

Don was of such sinning too- He was dawdling along the canal behind Sengkang park. Golden beside him, Don was enjoying the tranquility of the ambience. Chronological impediment seemed existant, and Don was loving it.

If only life could be so relaxing...

A clobber of boots- no, it was something strong. Leather shoes? Don turned around, only to meet two men in uniform. It was like Bonnie and Clyde.

(Oh, did Don wish those two were just overgrown school retainees.)

Police uniform.
Don tilted his head down, facing them. *snigger*

"Excuse me, are you supposed to be out here so late at night?" The bulkier of the two asked.

"Golden, heel. Sit, stay. We have company," Don instructed, a slight waiver in his voice.

Thoughts scampered around in Don's mind- People warned him about this already, but he did not heed their advice. Great, now this has to happen. What would happen if they throw him into jail for breaking this curfew? Or what if they called his pare- Wait, settle settle. His parents would probably praise him for bringing the dog for more walks, no matter what time since Don was, well, able to protect himself. Why not protect himself now?
So what did he fear? The big men? They were not big. Their batons? They could not use it unless Don did something horribly wrong. Or was it the fact that they could send a letter to Don's house stating that Don was out at 1am...walking his dog.

Well well, that certainly clear things up.

"I hope so, yes."

"Are you aware that if you're under a curfew, and that ended at 11pm?"

"No." Don answered shrewdly, as he nudged Golden who was eyeing a certain moving creature in the grass.

"Well then, what are you doing so late out at night?"

... You got to be kidding me. How bloody obvious!

Oh, we were about to vandalise some buildings, then rob a bank. This dog's the mastermind.

"I am walking my dog... Sir." Don suppressed the need to roll his eyes.

"Do your parents know about your activities?"

Hello, it's 1! What do you think most parents do at 1am?

"Maybe."

"We will need your particulars, please."

The barbarian used 'please'?

"My name is Donovan. I apologise, but I cannot show you my particulars without your verifications."

"And it is... What?"

"Your verifications for identity. You two are policemen, right? I don't think that my parents would allow me to give out my particulars to strangers."

"But..."

The lankier one suddenly spoke to the bulky. Both were huddled in busy conversation for what seemed eternity, before they both turned back to Don.

"It's alright. Carry on. Just don't commit this mistake anymore."

Mistake?! You're a mistake, you bloody-

"Yes, thank you."