Nick carried a large bouquet of assorted flowers in his paws as he walked up a steep hill, finally getting the courage to visit his friend. Finally up the grassy hill, he stood in front of a small tombstone of the friend he was visiting.

The tombstone simply had her name, Judith Laverne Hopps, engraved, along with her birth and death year, 1992-2016, and her favorite song, Try Everything, underneath it.

He placed the flowers at the bottom foot of the grave, then sat in front of the grave afterwards. "Hey, Judy," he greeted with a small smile.

"It's, uh, been a while, hasn't it?" He forcefully pushed a chuckle. "Well, it's only been a year, but still...I guess that's a long while to talk to a friend."

He paused.

"I guess you're kinda wondering what's been going on," he scratched the back of his neck but then returned his gaze to her grave. "Well, your parents finally understand what fully went on and don't exactly blame me for anything, so...I guess that's good."

"Oh!" He remembered something. "I'm a cop now," he stated, pulling out his badge and placing it in front of her tombstone, as if placing it in her hand.

"Though, I think everyone is paranoid about me, which I guess is fair." He picked the badge back up and began putting it back in his shirt pocket.

He looked at the ground beneath him. "You know, there's not a day that goes by where I don't think about it. It's like someone is pushing a rewind and play button in my head of that same scene."

He looked back at the tombstone, tears falling down his face. "Every day is torture and it's all my fault, if I hadn't been so negligent and small-minded you would still be here."

"You were right," the fox wiped away few tears with his arm. "I am a dumb fox."

"Nick?" A familiar voice called. "Nick, is that you?"

Nick slowly turned around, blinking away his tears. Only able to see a silhouette because of the bright sun setting behind her, he could only make out a small frame, tall ears...

There's no way. "Judy?"

"Uh, no," the silhouette corrected, the sun now fully set, he could now see that her fur was a deep brown color with white feet and paws. "I'm one her sisters. My name is Violet. You're Nick Wilde, correct?"

"Yeah," he answered, disappointed. What did he expect? "Why do you ask?"

"One reason is that I was curious why some random fox was at my sister's grave," she joked, slightly chuckling to herself, but then turned serious. "The main reason is I wanted to ask a few questions as to why you're here and not saving the world like she would want you to?"

The fox was caught off guard by the question. "I, uh," he cleared his throat. "I think I should visit my friend once in a while, don't you think?"

"Maybe so, but," she replied. "Shouldn't you be at work right now?"

"No, I'm off-duty," he answered, getting a tab bit annoyed at the rabbit. "Anyway, why is it any of your business?"

"Did you ever read her will?" The rabbit asked.

"I didn't even know she had a will," he replied. How did he not know about this?

"Before she went on this mission, she wrote a will," she began, taking a folded up piece of paper from her pocket. "It included a letter for you."

She presented the letter to him and he took it from her paws.

"I'll leave you alone now, I've done my part," she began to walk away.

"Wait," he called, causing her to turn towards him. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it," she smiled a bit, but then walked away.

He unfolded the paper and began to read it.

"Hey, Nick,

I guess if you're reading this, I'm not around. I'm going to assume that you're reading this because you are sad about my death. My sister was instructed to give this letter to you if she saw you again, whether if it was at my funeral or my grave. I don't know where you're at now or even how we were as friends, but I just wanted to tell you a few things.

I'm sorry for what I said, I know I've probably told you that already, but I really mean it, Nick. I don't know if you've forgiven me or not, but I know this letter was given to you for a reason. My sister has a good intuition and I don't think she'd just give this letter to you unless she thought you had forgiven me or were genuinely mourning. In that case, I just want to say I'm sorry I'm not here right now. If I could, I'd hug you right now. I only said what I said because I was attacked as a kit by a fox named Gideon Grey. He stole a couple of my friends' tickets, so I got them back, but at a cost. His wrath. But, that's beside the point.

The point is, I think I should tell you to do something because I don't know how you reacted, maybe you're doing well and you don't need this advice, but I'll tell you just in case. Move on. Let me go. Don't forget me, mourn for a bit, but please move on. It wasn't your fault. It was Bellwether's fault. She turned you to savagery. I love you and care about you and always will. You are a wonderful mammal and I don't want you to ever forget that. So I will conclude on this: Continue making this world a better place for everyone, predators and prey.

Signing off for the second time,

Judy Hopps

P.S. Don't be dumb, be sly."

Something doesn't feel right about this, Nick thought.

Before I continue, I want to know: Why would something not feel right to Nick? (Hint: 3rd paragraph)