Remember that it was your fault that Tinkerbell was out int he street in the first place and decide not to trouble Ringo.
"Thanks, but I only live a couple of blocks away," you tell him. "I'll just get me car and driver her there meself."
He looks hesitant as first, but then agrees. "At least let me follow you to the vet. I want to make sure she's okay."
You say that would be fine, but unnecessary, and begin to carry Tinkerbelle home.
When you arrive at your front door, you discover it's locked. Ringo tells you he can probably get it open with is credit card, or, if you would prefer, he could give you a ride to the vet now, and help you get back in later.
You...
