Ziggy, Gentleman Giant

As you find yourself leaving from yet another job interview that you know in your gut you didn't get, you walk along the sidewalk, far too preoccupied with your own thoughts to notice the chunk of broken sidewalk before you kick it, tripping over it and hitting your head on a nearby fire hydrant. As you lie on the sidewalk, a large shadow looms over you, blocking out the harsh rays of sunlight. "Oh wow, that looked like it really hurt! Are you okay?" The shadow slowly takes form as a large white tiger as the stranger moves around you, already holding your briefcase. With deft assessment, he tears a strip from his sweatshirt and holds it to the large cut on your head. "My name's Ziggy. Don't worry, I'm going to take care of you, okay? I'm gonna pick you up now, just hold this here and try to relax. I've got you." As you comply and hold the cloth to your head, Ziggy reaches down and scoops you into his arms to carry you. Fading in and out of consciousness as the city blurs by, you find yourself waking up in a large four poster bed with Ziggy sitting nearby, dabbing a fresh bandage into some warm water to clean the cut on your head.

"Hey there!" Ziggy says softly, his careful touch brushing your forehead. "You took a pretty nasty hit when you tripped, so I brought you home to let you rest. Are you okay? You've been out for most of a day" He says to you, a warm toothy grin growing slowly under his green eyes as he looks at you.