[She wants to reply to him - tell him she's alright, but her eyes are leaking and they won't stop so all that comes out of her is a choked sob. The dog's happy in all the footage that plays, or so it sounds - barking and snuffling noises and young Rebecca's laughter in the background. But she just feels an immediate guilt and a pang of longing for her dog, the dog she left behind long ago. That thought that she might have waited alone for her to return, might still be waiting? If she-]
My dog. [She says wetly, curling up into herself. Trying seriously for a shred of composure.] That's my dog.