As she quietly crouched down, trying to make sense of what she was seeing, Jill felt someone touch her shoulder. She turned to see not a man, but a bear, reaching through the bars of her cage in utter desperation. Jill wrapped her hands around the paw and poured out waves of sympathy, of sorrow for the creature who hardly resembled a bear anymore. That bear, who would later be named Hung, simply looked into the eyes of the first person who ever cared enough to look back. If there was any way on earth they could have left that room together, they would have. But bear farming was, and still is, legal and Jill was about to be discovered by the business owners. So, in the molten resolve that begins all of the great revolutions, a promise was made. Jill would devote her life to freeing the bears.