Author's Note : Welcome to my new Fanfic! I was not able to write one during the full month of November because of another book challenge that took up all of my free time. So . . .

From my last Fanfic (The Inbetween Race), people were wondering what happened to Volt and Rain. This book will be about them, and all the others. Sorry it is so short.

Enjoy!

~Chapter 1~

Bolt stumbled out the doggy door, groaning as the flap hit him, pushing him farther into the dark night. He looked up at the moon which was full overhead, bright and shining.

"I am hating you right now," Bolt said into the darkness, looking around. "Come out or I will go back in."

"I wasn't hiding," Sypher said, stepping out from one of the shadows that he had blended in. "I was merely waiting for you to come out."

"I didn't say you were hiding," Bolt shot back, stumbling forward. His eyes were scattered and sleepy, obviously not fully awake. He stopped when he reached the Cattle Dog and sighed. "What are we doing this time, Syph? Last night you wanted to do . . . well, I don't think we did really anything interesting except walk around."

"Tonight will be different, I can assure you that, Bolt." Sypher shook his head with a hidden smile and started walking onto the conrete sidewalk, away from the little cute house that Bolt had moved into with his family just a couple of weeks ago.

He could hear Bolt following him, many feet behind, trudging slowly. After the first few days, Bolt had just followed Sypher when they met at night, knowing that sitting down and refusing to move was useless. The Cattle Dog had just started walking away without another word, leaving Bolt to have to catch up when he realized sitting was doing no good.

"What are we doing tonight?" Bolt asked, going much slower than Sypher, looking around as they got farther from his house. "Please tell me it won't last all night like we did a few days ago. Mittens drove me crazy in the morning, arguing that I should wake up before lunch time."

"Did you?" Sypher asked, arching an eyebrow and looking back to the white dog. He practically glowed, his pure white fur shining in the bright moonlight.

"No," said Bolt. "I stayed in bed until one thirty."

Sypher chuckled and turned back around. This street was where they would cross, continue out of the entire neighborhood, head to the park. It was a smooth move, an easy plan, so long as nothing went wrong.

And it shouldn't; this had been planned in secret to be sure that Volt didn't show up with one of his evil dogs and ruin it, ruin everything. It was dangerous to be out, for Bolt to be traveling with no human in the middle of the dark night, the fact made even more dangerous because Bolt didn't know. He didn't know anything, he hardly even knew Sypher. He did not know anything that was going on behind his back, about everyone who knew him, who were protecting him.

No, he didn't know any of this. For now he was just a normal dog who was walking on the streets with a mysterious and strange old dog. The thought made Sypher smile as he looked back and forth on the street, though it was completely empty of any moving vehicles.

He knew that Arrow would be watching them as well as a whole group of S.S.A.O.N.A members because this was the first time Bolt and Sypher had gone this far. Not that Bolt would realize it, he couldn't care less about the distance.

"I am so dead," Bolt mumbled, still a length behind the other dog. "I am so, so, so dead . . ."

"Come on, Bolt," Sypher said, crossing the road quickly. "We need to get going."

"Come on, Bolt, we need to get going," Bolt mocked in a squeaky, mouse-like voice. "I am hurrying, dog."

Sypher rolled his eyes and started walking across the empty sidewalk. This was what Bolt had said for the past two weeks, including a great more on the topic of not getting enough sleep.

"Sypher, do you realize that you are a maniac? Fully crazy? Insane?"

"Yes, Bolt, I do," Sypher replied, walking on without turning back. "And you are a lost little doggy who can't find his way home."

"Ha ha, very funny."

Now that he had mentioned it, both dogs were brought back to the memory of Bolt's long journey home, Sypher's long journey to find him. The one they had to turn back around once they realized that Bolt was farther ahead of them. Bolt did not know that Sypher knew about his previous life, the one that Bolt had lived over six months ago. In fact, he didn't know much about Sypher at all.

Sypher was thinking when he heard a distant sound of an engine and heard it come closer in a single second. He saw lights flash out of the corner of his eye and now heard a roaring engine. Sypher spun around to see a speeding vehicle zooming down the road, coming quickly to the spot where Bolt was lost in thought, walking in the middle of the road.

"Bolt!" Sypher barked. A sudden memory of several months back to mind - when, on the S.S.A.O.N.A's trip to find Bolt, Carter had chased a butterfly into the road. Rain had saved Carter's life, slightly injuring himself in the process. That thought would have been a wonderful memory of everything that Sypher had taught the stormy colored dog if Rain had not left the society three or so months ago. Now it was a sad memory for Sypher, for Rain had been like his very own pup, a fellow protector against Volt's evilness.

Without realizing it, Sypher had practically flown to the road and hit Bolt, making them both crash onto the other side of the hard road before the car could crush them. The car zoomed past, never slowing. Sypher watched it and was breathing deeply, never letting it fall away from his vision until it turned tightly onto another street.

Then and only then did Sypher get up off Bolt. The white dog had hit the road hard, having the impact of Sypher smashing him into it. His limp form didn't move, completely still and motionless.