Groaning, Max blinked his eyes open to find himself in a hospital bed.

"Hey man, how you feeling today?" Duke's voice spoke out of the blue. Glancing to his left, Max saw the giant mutt sitting in a chair with a magazine resting in his lap. A bandage was wrapped around his upper arm. Clearing his throat, the Jack Russell terrier croaked quietly, "What happened?"

"You are currently suffering from broken paws and a fractured skull but other than that you'll live," Duke replied. Rolling his eyes, Max explained his question, "I meant what happened after I... you know... broke the ceiling?"

"Oh, well... you killed the giant monster dog. Sorry about your friend by the way," Duke expressed his sympathy before continuing, "I dug you out after the dust settled to find that you were unconscious. At the same time, Dante and agents of D.O.G. showed up." Scratching his furry head with one big paw, the mutt murmured quietly, "I think that was three days ago when that happened."

"I've been unconscious for three days?!" Max exclaimed, sitting up in his hospital bed while trying not to strain himself too much. That was a little hard though since his small body felt sore all over the place.

"Indeed you have," Dante's voice spoke all of the sudden, startling the two dogs as the Mexican hairless entered the room.