After an exhaustive night of searching, the not-so dynamic duo started giving up. At least Rocky did.

"Skye, come on, they're not here," he puffed.

Instead of listening to Rocky, Skye came to a stop. She started sniffing the ground. And kept sniffing. "This way," she said.

"F-"

Rocky was about to say something that may completely change the following events. But he decided not to do it yet.

"-ine."

But, just like that, Skye had already disappeared out of thin air.

"Umm, Skye?"

No answer.

"SKYE?" he called out.

This time, he saw a rustling bush nearby.

"Ah, Skye, there you are. Don't ever separate from me," he said, relieved.

As Rocky went to the bush, he heard an unusual whirring sound coming from inside. Cautiously, he slowly stepped away from the sound.

"Skye, if you're doing that, you can-"

Suddenly, a metal robot jumps out, grabbing Rocky by the throat and choking him. He tried to squirm away from the deadly claw, but this just caused it to tighten its grip.

Rocky's head started turning red, then purple. He really was in a tight situation, and if he can't escape it soon, it'll be all over for him.

Rocky tried to hit the robot, but it just extended its grip further away from its body. Rocky eventually lost the strength to try, as his vision started to blur and fade.

...

..?

"NYAAH!!"

Out of nowhere, Chase leaps on the robot, forcing it to loosen its grip on Rocky. Chase knocks it down to the ground, causing it to malfunction and crash.

"ROCKY!"

Unconscious, Rocky falls to the ground. Chase immediately runs to him and performs mouth-to-mouth CPR. Slowly, Rocky's eyes opened.

"C-Chase?"

As he started to realize what was going on, he pushed Chase away from him. "Plf," he muffled, wiping his mouth.

"Rocky! You're alive!"

Another familiar voice greets him. It was Zuma's. "I thought I would nevew see you again!"

Zuma embraces Rocky in a hug. Rocky tries to say that he missed him too, but his throat was cut open. Every time he'd try to use his vocal chords, it felt like a knife went through his neck.

"Mmf!" he yelps.

While he slowly gets up, he notices that everyone is back together. Marshall, Rocky, Skye, Zuma, Rubble and Ryder are all standing in front of him.

"Take it easy," said Marshall, assisting Rocky to his paws. "We'll take care of you until you get better."

Rocky nods, then passes out again.

"He'll be fine," says Chase, carrying the pup on his shoulders.

Marshall, Skye, and Zuma all felt very uncomfortable watching Chase carry Rocky like that. They couldn't handle seeing this for much longer.

"Uhh, I'll carry him!" Zuma bursts out.

It was very unusual for Zuma to be so sudden about something, especially since he's the more laid-back type of pup, so when he insisted to carry Rocky, he caused a few cocked eyebrows to face his direction.

"Sure," says Chase, still a bit shocked. "Here you go."

Chase gently lifts Rocky, who was still sleeping, and puts him on Zuma's back. "Thanks," said Zuma.

"Why are you thanking me?" asks Chase, confused.

"N-nevermind!" replies Zuma. "Just forget I said anything!"

"Zuma? Are you sure you're not feeling sick as well?" says Ryder, trying to break in a little comic relief.

"No no, I'm fine," says Zuma, completely missing the point of the joke.

Marshall looked back at the remains of the robot. Broken glass and metal pieces were scattered all on the floor. "Well, then where did that robot come from?"

"I'm not sure," says Ryder, moving around the metal with the bottom of his shoe. "But we need to stay on guard, before anyone can get seriously hurt."

"Hff!" muffled Rocky, a bit annoyed by the last thing Ryder said.

"Oh, of course I mean besides you, Rocky." The others laughed, but they all knew that they're still not safe. Something is watching them, and once it catches them, it won't let them go.

Somebody they all knew very well.