"I don't understand, doesn't he always sleep floating?!" Snowball exclaimed, rushing into the sewers. He had spent the entire night trying to find a book he had checked out from the library not long ago. The white rabbit figured that the answers he needed would be within its yellowed pages. However, he couldn't find it. And then the moment the sun began rising above the city, Snowball had recieved a call from Tattoo saying Derick had drowned.

Watching from the shore as two dogs and another crocodile swam out to collect the body, Tattoo turned his head to acknowledge Snowball. "Yeah, always has been boss. But we woke up to find him dead," he replied. Standing beside the tattooed pig, Snowball could only shake his head in disbelief as he muttered, "So many dead... we've already lost seven."

"Eight. Nitro's dead too," Tattoo corrected Snowball. The rabbit looked up at his friend shocked as he cried, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" Cringing as the shout echoed in the cavernous room, Tattoo explained, "You didn't hear? Nitro was found all torn up the other day." Shaking, he asked, "Please tell me you have a plan."

Sighing as he rubbed his forehead, Snowball mumbled reluctantly, "No..."