"Coffee?" Bearded Dragon offered, having had returned from a nearby Starbucks. Grunting, Ripper took a cup while Derick reached around the lizard and grabbed his own. "No sugar, right?" Tattoo asked as he gratefully took two of the cups from the tray. Bearded Dragon nodded a reply. Nodding his head in return, the pig went over to the couch where Snowball lay and handed over the plastic cup.

"Thanks," Snowball muttered, taking the coffee from his friend. "No problem," Tattoo replied, sitting in a nearby chair. Chugging down the cup's contents, the rabbit grumbled, "Any news on Mason yet?" An uneasy silence followed his words. Huffing, Snowball tossed the now empty cup behind his back onto the grimy floor.

"You know, maybe you could ask the police," Derick suggested, picking up the cup and tossing it into the trash bin. Throwing his white paws into the air, Snowball exclaimed in an exasperated tone, "You all know the police hate our guts, especially ever since that incident! Asking for someone's whereabouts is gonna land me in jail again!"

Biting his lip, Tattoo advised, "I know a guy who could help us... maybe..."