Tears streaming down his furry face, Duke reached out a paw and closed Cogsworth's eyes. The old English sheepdog now looked like he was sleeping. Glancing at Max with a sad look on his face, the mutt noticed that a crowd of animals were beginning to come towards them. "We need to go," he muttered, getting to his feet and walking away.

"Wait, what?! There are people right there! We're not gonna ask them for help?!" Max cried. Realizing that he was being left behind, he chased after Duke, who had rounded the corner of a concession stand. Racing after the large mutt, the terrier caught up with him. Taking his paw, Max persisted, "We should go back and call the police that a psychopath-"

Max wasn't able to finish his sentence as he found himself inside an apartment building back in downtown Manhattan. Jaw dropping, he turned slowly to look at Duke, who was acting like nothing just happened as he grabbed some milk from the refrigerator. Sitting down at the table, he motioned to Max to take a seat, saying, "We need to talk."