The light was blinding. It harshly illuminated Chance's face, forcing him to squint. With his paw he frantically groped for the object of his search as he battled the sting of the light in his retinas. Upon locating it, he immediately relaxed. Sighing exhaustedly, he removed the cold can of milk from the refrigerator, slamming the door shut and depriving the kitchen of the bright light which had just been flooding it. Popping open the can, the heavy kat trudged into the musty living room. His paws rubbed against the carpet, the old floor subtly creaking with many of his steps. He eyed his weathered old sofa in the center of the room and trudged over before collapsing onto it. Taking a swig of his beverage, he snatched a grubby television remote from the floor.

The television set came to life when he sluggishly aimed the remote at it and depressed the power button. It displayed the channel it had been showing last time it had been used. Chance watched lazily as a weather anchor droned. Whatever she was talking about wasn't his main focus, however. He instead watched the time of day displayed on edge of the text ticker on the bottom of the screen. "10:57 PM," it read. Some of the information the anchor presented was passively absorbed by Chance as he eagerly awaited the change of the hour. She was mentioning something concerning an anticipated thunderstorm later at night in the general region of Chance's residence. At last, the clock displayed "11:00 PM" just before the news channel switched to its periodic display of ads.

Thumbing the "Channel Up" button on the remote he was clutching he cycled through channels. Various programming quickly flashed in front of his eyes. Finally he stopped on the channel he had been anticipating. "Channel 214," the television display blinked. He smiled weakly as the theme of his favorite show started. This was just what he needed. A new episode of "Scaredy Kat" was airing and he was watching its premier. Despite his exhausted state, Chance was enthusiastic and his eyes had a glint of energy in them as the colors emanating from the television bathed his face in a subtle light.

Though weathered, grubby, and tired from another typical day of saving Megakat City, Chance broke out in deep laughter as he watched the misadventures of the character. With each roll of laughter, the large form of the amused kat audibly stressed the sofa on which he slouched. Nearly a half-hour passed until the show concluded and credits began to display. A refreshed-looking Chance groaned contentedly and struggled against his weight and fatigue to get up off of the couch. Once he was standing up, he powered off the television and placed the remote on the sofa.

He looked around at his living room. Though musty and rugged, the place was comfortable, and after years of residence he had grown to love the old home adjoined to the repair shop. Chucking his now-empty bottle of milk into a trash bin as he walked by the kitchen, he made his way to his room. Jake's light snore was audible from down the hall, where he had been sleeping in his room ever since the two Swat Kats had returned from their day's work. Already, the muffled sound of distant thunder could be heard, affirming the weather channel's prediction of a thunderstorm. Chance made his way into his bedroom and collapsed onto his bed, not bothering to remove his jeans and tee-shirt. He rapidly fell asleep to the relaxing low noises of the distant thunderstorm.

The storm drew closer as the Swat Kats got their much-needed sleep. A light rain shower started, and droplets sprinkled against the windows of their home. Time went on, and the light rain increased to a mild downpour, the claps of thunder becoming louder and flashes of lightning began to appear not too far from the house. Suddenly, a relatively close bolt struck a power line several blocks away from where the two kats were sleeping. The digital clock propped up on Chance's clock face went from displaying "01:47 AM" to useless blank screen. The sound of the refrigerator's humming cooling unit coming from the kitchen wound down as the heating vents around the house shut off. However, both kats slept through this power-out, being exhausted and accustomed to the occasional storm.

Rapidly, the intensity of the storm picked up. Large drops began to strike the house as strong gusts of wind shook the entire structure threateningly. Flashes of lightning increased in frequency and proximity. The thunderstorm was developing directly over the Swat Kats heads, and their sleep cycles were becoming interrupted as loud claps of thunder caused loose items in their rooms to shake. Just as Chance and Jake began to stir from their slumber, a bolt of lighting hit the side of the Swat Kats' residence, inches from where Chance's head rested by the window.

Chance's senses were entirely overloaded. His vision showed him nothing but unnaturally bright white, and his ears presented his brain with a sharp, incessant ringing. As he wildly flailed for a few moments, the only thing he could feel was the frantic pulsing of his heart as he tried to make sense of what was happening. Slowly, he calmed down, and began to sort out his thoughts. "Ouch...", he spoke aloud. Being more stable, the dazed kat decided to try to sort out what had happened.

Opening his eyes, he yelped in shock when he realized that he was somewhere entirely foreign to him. He thought back to a particular time when he had been flying the Turbokat innocently testing a new radar system, only to encounter a bright flash of light and wake up in an entirely separate universe. Only, that time, he hadn't been so alone and cold.

The surroundings were bleak and unfamiliar. It was night, and Chance was within a fairly dense forest, with no sense of direction and nothing but trees to see. He was sprawled out underneath an oak, bruised from the impacts resulting from his flailing. Luckily, the moon was bright, and his surroundings were visible for the most part. Painfully propping himself up against the nearby tree, Chance shivered from the cold and staggered in an attempt to stand up. Finally successful, he carefully scanned the forest, listening for any hostile creatures with his hyper-sensitive ears.

Deciding that the immediate area was safe, he confidently walked in an entirely arbitrary direction, convincing himself that if he simply walked he might find some clue about where he was. Walking was painful and Chance only wanted to be back at the garage in his bed, but with no other option he pressed onwards. Despite his initial confidence, he became more and more downcast as he pushed onwards, as the forest was virtually unchanging , everywhere he walked appearing the same as it did ten minutes ago.

After half an hour of uneventful and discouraging blundering, Chance came to a halt and leaned against a tree, not having a clue of what he should do. But suddenly, his ears perked up as he heard a distant noise that was faint even for him. Though no human would have been able to detect it, Chance could easily tell that it was out of place and mechanical. His hopes raised, he dashed in the direction of the anomaly, hoping to find civilization.