"The wind's becoming more violent" The Chocolate Lab began, passing the thought onto the Dally by the cool breeze

          Lately, the weather has been nothing but a pleasant array of shine and brine of the magnificent sun and bay in Adventure Bay. Every cloud were only to be swept away with ease by the area's mighty winds, but to everyone's surprise, it had something up its sleeves.

          A bunch of lightning threatened to strike in the area and had made landfall multiple times already. Every strike came the rolling thunder that banged amongst the thick sheet of grey blanketing clouds.

          "We better wrap this up immediately then." Literates the spotted canine as they await for Rocky and Everest to officially begin. It was taking quite awhile for them to finish into the first phase — the two were still discussing things that were fare complex than the others.

          Huh, who would've known?

          In the Dally's point of view, the Mongrel was showing the Husky the ropes of the basics; from a far, things that Rocky's demonstrating does not make sense one bit. He was holding a doohickey that Marshall can't remember its term. Not like he'll need it in his life anyway.

          "Got it?" Was the only cluster of words that Marshall could muster up from his silent indirect mouths.

          Everest nodded as she began her first test with Rocky.

          Then there was silence. The duo looked keen in what they are doing and it seems they're going places. But it appears that the skies are too.

          With a breathy voice, the Dally heard news from the German Shepherd that rain began in the bays of the said town, and that he knew that Rocky was probably in operation and may cause electrocution with what they are currently performing.

          Like a wave that dashes forth shore, the sound of rain slowly poured down: beginning from the east to west. With his own two eyes, he witnessed the disarray of raindrops plummeting earthbound.

          Marshall was about to take action, when an implusive action done by a specific German Shepherd — dashing forth the duo to push them away before rain trickles on their area.

          Rolls of thunders in the nearby stretch didn't make situations easier. If their device attracts lightning, this electricity from the murky skies above may channel through them and cause their hearts to collapse.

          "CHASE. CHASE!" Marshall was running after him to stop him from his impulse. Rain coverage had just expanded, and the Dally had gotten soaked too. Soon, the whole area was.

          "Huh, when did it get rain?" Muttered Rocky in surprise, as somehow, his sense of hearing managed to filter out any noise aside from their operation.

          Before anyone could answer that though, lightning strikes from behind them caused a lurid showcase of colors. Everest flinched at this, causing her to tumble over to the devices.

          Unfortunately on her side, lines of wires had found its way to her limbs.

         "Rocky, get out of there!" Commanded Ryder, clearly terrified of what is about to happen. He was currently escorting the other pups inside as the wind slowly grew more and more violent. During this spectacular disaster of a show, Chase, Everest, Rocky and Marshall were in this play.

         "Come Rocky," Ushered Marshall at the realization that Chase was alright. As of the moment, the Shepherd was delicately untangling the Husky from her conundrum as the bolts of lightning bolt the ground as it dances a fiery and threatening one. This obviously was a clear obstacle for the both of them, if Chase wants to keep both of them alive, he has to patiently and skillfully remove the wires without one of them snapping and meeting with water.

          Marshall had wanted to stay, but Rocky's safety — the patient — came into mind first. What was happening to him, you may ask? There wasn't much, honestly. But the Mongrel was frozen in place for some unknown reason, and from what the medic pup diagnosed, was his nervous system had shut down due to the stressful event.

          Of course, he was heavy and the canine couldn't comprehend, he was a literal zombie (that could bounce back to life). He has no choice left but to carry him there all by himself, where Ryder's rushing back into the open to lend help.

          "Ryder, take Rocky. I have to help Chase." Requests of the dalmatian as he passes the patient onto him, though Ryder refused.

          "But I just can't let both if you do it all alone!!" He protests.

          Time was running out. Marshall realized. Quickly, he was thinking of something that would make the boy be in board with what he wants, and he knew right away.. He'll take extra measures.

          Even though it pains him much to say this.. It was too late and said—

          "At least when one strikes. The remaining pups won't loose an amazing leader like you."

         Before the boy could protest, the dally quickly and wittily passed Rocky onto him and dashed forth his best friend as he raced underneath this paradox of an event he is fighting against with.

         There were many thoughts that he discern as true, and if that were the case.. He's to attempt to save anyone from getting harmed in this sulky weather.

          One by one, the heavens banged the mallet onto the clouds; lights flashed at a quick interval as if it were fireworks exploding.

          In his field of view, he found Chase finally untangling the Husky from her demise and tossed her forward to give her a head start. Relief rushed through him as he was reassured with movement from the two of them, but because of this, he hadn't noticed that the ground became more damp and muddy, that the Dalmatian had fallen into his own demise as well as he collided with a sharp pebble that stealthily hid itself among the ground.

          Right in front of his two pair of very eyes — as lights flashed against the silhouette of the fleeing husky from the device..

          He found his best friend.. Collapsing onto the ground.

He was too late.

          "H-huh? Where am I?" Began the Shepherd as his eyes had decided to flutter open. Night has completely fallen and there barely was anything to see.

          The area was almost dimly lit, and the wind was whistling a ghostly tune that scratched the tempered glass of the look-out. Rain was still continuously pounding hard against the lands of Adventure Bay, but it seems that the lightning threats have backed down in his opinion.

          Faint beeps conflated within the steady yet ear-ringing rhythm of the muffled orchestra of raindrops. Depressing, was what Chase could consider the area.

          He saw no one in the look-out area and found himself alone on a bean bag with a blanket covering his body atop. Unaware of what happened, he continued to stand up and wander around the area.

          Luckily for him, dogs are naturally born with better eye sight in the dark than of humans, so because of it.. He didn't bother flicking the light switch.

          As he walks around the area — the small, dim and almost empty area, something in his mind ignited.

          "Where's.. The other bean bags?" He whispers to himself at the sudden realization that there were less of them. A recall from the past had washed over him that led him to a panic.

          "W-where's Skye? Wasn't she supposed to be out there in the balcony?" He peeps out the windows in attempt to search for the Cockapoo, but with little to no luck, he got no output for it.

          As Chase had fallen onto his own dilemma, the elevator revs up to life and transported a familiar Dalmatian to the place, seeing his friend in the midst of a mental breakdown.

          Immediately dropping down the tray of things he'll be using to treat Chase, he dashed forth him and carried him back to where he's supposed to rest.

          "Chase? What were you doing, most especially standing?" Marshall frantically questions as he scurried for anything that would soothe his stress.

          His friend remained silent as he struggled to mutter a simple response, and the Dalmatian understood him well enough and shouldn't have had asked such complex question.

          In the time being, he applied a cold compress onto his liver region and hope that'll attenuate his stress.

          Marshall waited beside him for his quick recovery. He looked at him closely to see if he'd respond to the ice pack at all. To his observation, his intense expressions had waned into something more calm, which too — calmed Marshall.

          "Where's Skye.. Everyone? Why aren't you guys sleeping here.." Chase suddenly croaked after a full minute or so of silence.

          Flabbergasted, the Dally tried to coo him from his distress and said he'll call the others if he wanted to. Though it seems that he got the interpretation wrong.

          "N-no.. Skye.. She's out there.. "

          In the inside, he was truly confused and petrified with what he's saying, as garble of words coming out of him sounded like he was in pain and simultaneously afraid. Skye was downstairs, asleep, so how could he possibly have found her outside?

          Unsure of what else to do, he slipped out of the look-out tower to fetch Skye, who's on the lower level of the said structure.

          "Skye.. Skye..?" He calls the Cockapoo to wake, gently enough, she'll be woken up from her slumber and be greeted by someone's blue irises piercing right through her.

          The Cockapoo sensed something went haywire on his end. What made it more worrying on her side was that it most likely involves Chase.

          "What's up?" She questions seriously, slowly standing up from the pillow she slept on. The area they were in was deafeningly  quiet. Most lights were closed and the only object that persists to phosphoresce was the tv that continues to emit noise.

         "It's.. Chase. He's looking for you." He silently admits as he gestures her to ride the elevator and check up on him. Without hesitation, the Cockapoo rode the elevator immediately in utter concern.

          And there came deafening silence. For one canine though, it was as loud as a thousand heralds recalling his previous actions. The earlier events had reflected of what had happened in his dark, secret past.

          A past that no one's known but him. Chase went down with his secret back on that pooch incident, so no one's really informed of what past may have shaped him.

         Sitting there, slummed with his own puddle of dilemma, he heard voices that called onto him "You're a failure."

         Marshall grunts in disappointment as he tosses the pillow away from him out of anger, to only reveal that there was one pup awake to witness his episode.

          She was just standing there, looking at him with a look he can't quite understand. All he knew, was that her blue irises that has a darker shade than his' were looking at him, which vexes him to a great extent.

          Grumpily, he questions what her intentions were as to why she's stupidly standing there in the dark, looking at him as if he were to murder someone in front of her.

          "I.. Just happen to wake up from your whispers and went to check if you were alright and needed help.."

          Something from her words lit Marshall's wick aflame, sending a trail in his bitter heart to burst into anger; something he's been trying to close-off for years were gone in one single snap.

          "Help? If you wanted help, you should've helped yourself instead of Chase doing it for you. Because of you, he's there hurt!!" He hissed at her, trying to control his pitch to refrain anyone from waking up in their slumber.

          Though Marshall hadn't stopped there.

          "And if you were so concerned about Chase, then why hadn't you bothered checking him?? What did you do? Oh right! You remained here and hadn't even apologized for creating pain both to him and his family."

          Everest, all teary-eyed with his dagger of words, tried to mumble a speech in her defense, but all came out like garble that just further fumes the dally's anger.

          "I-i'm sorry.. I hadn't realized—"

          "You should have realized. Because of you, he's having a panic attack!! If it weren't for you being stuck there, he wouldn't have had a major metal breakdown—"

          Like bullets flying through the night, travelling silently like a wind passing by, the Dally hadn't realized that he had aimed his bullets carelessly towards her heart.

         "YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH PAIN HE IS IN RIGHT NOW. YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A NUISANCE HERE IN THIS FACTION."