Zootopia: When Worlds Collide

Chapter 6

"It's called a hustle, sweetheart.''

I awoke to the sound of my phone alarm blaring it was signaling a prison break. I sleepily reached over and turned it off, sliding my finger across the screen. It was six-thirty in the morning. I lifted my upper body and stretched, yawning as I did so as my body cracked. Once again I had stayed at Judy's apartment, sleeping on her fold out couch. I groggily scanned over the room, quiet and dimly lit, looking out the window to see the sky a faint blue as the sun slowly started to rise. I heard no noise coming from own the short hall that led to Judy's room, but I knew she'd be up shortly. Now awake, I decided to go ahead and start getting everything tidied up in my hostess' living room, folding the couch back up and placing the pillows where they needed to be all ending with me placing the blanket folded neatly on the couch's armrest. With the task done I plopped back onto the couch, my body still racked with tiredness of just awakening. I rubbed the back of my neck and gave off a low groan. My neck was still sore from the incident the other day, with pain whenever I moved my head left or right. Perhaps I should get it checked out, but at the same time I didn't want Judy to worry about me. For now, I'll just suck it up. I again was wearing nothing but the blue robe Judy had in her possession. The robe Nick had given her four times her size as means of a good laugh. At this I couldn't help but smirk but upon thinking of the sly fox, my smirk morphed into a warm, soft smile. Nick and I were friends...actual friends. Up till now I had nothing but contempt for Nick, wanting nothing to do with him all over a prank. However, yesterday he showed me that he wasn't just some prankster with a sketchy past. He was caring, loyal being who would stand up and speak out against anything that he felt was wrong. At that moment I saw that Judy was right...he was one that could be trusted. He was a good cop.

With all these things going through my mind, my smile faded into a shameful frown. I still felt an enormous guilt for having treated him the way I did...and over a relatively harmless pranked. The fact that he was able to easily forgive me after what I said to him yesterday made my view of him grow even more in the positive light. I soon found myself gazing out of the window and into the twilight sky as the last remnants of the greying space yielded in the presence of the coming daylight. According to Judy we will be going back to the clinic in the next few hours in hopes to get more information on Danielle and continue with the investigation. Danielle Piggmire...just remembering the name, remembering her scarred, hacked off face...seeing her parents so broken and devastated just tore my heart like it was being stabbed repeatedly with a knife. Despite what Judy had said on the matter, I couldn't help but feel as if maybe if I had done something, scream, shout, or maybe even tackled the guy from behind I could've saved her. I pinched my eyes shut, my eyelids quivering as I muttered with gritted teeth.

"I should have done something...anything.''

I opened my eyes and my gaze fell on my phone, and I slowly reached over and grabbed it. After turning it on and unlocking the password, I then went over to my photo gallery, scrolling down until I picked one with me and my mother, both smiling happily in the picture. The picture was taken at a family reunion that we had went to, the great time we had reflected upon the smiles on our faces as we hugged each other. My mouth shook lightly as I forced it into a small smile. Despite being in good, kind company, despite being safe for the time being, my mind couldn't help but drift back to thoughts about my mother. How being whisked away here had left her all alone. There was no doubt that I was noticed missing by now in my world. Surely coast guards were searching for me in the sea to no avail. Lord knows how torn up my mother must be right now. Not knowing where I was, not knowing if I was dead or not. To make it worst, my going missing happened right on the day of my father's birthday. My smile shriveled into a crooked grimace as I thought of my father. My mother didn't deserve all this pain and what's worst...I caused all this pain to her. First with the death of my father and now this...she definitely deserved a better son.