The driver dropped him off at the Middletown Rd station around the corner from the Burger King. Deshawn shimmied out of the back, goose in his arms, and bumped the door closed with his hip. He'd been looking at his phone the whole way, trying to figure out the best place to go. There were plenty of vets, but this did not seem like your everyday vet situation, so he'd decided on a specialist wild bird clinic right on Central Park, assuming he could get that far. The bus lady had said trains didn't care what you brought on, so he was going to test that on the 6 Southbound.