I trudged through the muddy grass. It was another stormy night in Town, the town I happened to reside in. The news channel reported that for five days straight, the weather would stay this depressing. I found that.. well, you know, depressing.

It was so dark, I couldn't necessarily find my way back to my own house. I left the lights off, after all. My pink sandals were coated with mud, and my bubblegum shirt was slowly getting stained with raindrops. My green leaf umbrella was about to give out from the force of the rain, as the sky was continuously pelting it with its unforgiving tears. In this case, I felt as if the sky was crying over something, though I wasn't sure what. From what I knew, it could have been anything, but nights this bad normally meant something.

And at that moment, my green leaf umbrella gave in to the force of the rain, and a hole tore into the umbrella, allowing the rain to completely soak my purple fur. I threw my now useless umbrella to the ground and sat under a shady tree for protection, and though a few drops of rain would hit my head, I was a lot drier than I was out in the rain. What on Earth was I to do? I'd be even more drenched if went out in the rain, since I couldn't even find my house. My sense of direction has been failing me lately.

"Sydney?" I heard a familiar voice call out. I stood up and looked around to see where the voice came from. It was from Tom Fernando, a blue and white cat that so happened to be my best friend. He looked extremely dry compared to me: Oh, no wonder. HE had an umbrella.

"Sydney, why are you out in this weather?" he asked me. I found it cute how worried he got over me. It was so out of character for him, in my opinion.

"I couldn't find my house, and it's raining so hard my flimsy umbrella couldn't take it." I pointed to my broken green leaf umbrella, which was out in the rain, laying in the grass.

Tom looked at me, noticing that I was soaking wet. "I can believe that," he laughed. He took my hand and helped me, holding the umbrella under both of us. "Did you get lost again?"

I blushed. That was what most people said to me, but Tom wasn't too bright. It made me wonder why he said that so confidently, when he probably would've gotten lost in the rain, too. "It's so misty outside that I couldn't find my way home."

"Yeah, I could see that. I know where your house is." Tom took my clammy paw in his, and jumped a little at how cold it was. "Let me walk you home."

I slowly walked with Tom under the protection of his black umbrella. It wasn't long before we came across my front door. "Thanks," I smiled, running through the rain to get to my front door. I twisted the doorknob open and stepped inside.

"Hey, Sydney!" Melba Coffey, my younger sister greeted. She was indoors all day, so her creamy brown fur was dry.

My clothes and fur were both dripping from the rain, so I stepped into the bathroom and grabbed a white, dry towel out of the laundry basket. I rubbed my face with the towel and looked at my now-dry furry face in the mirror. Of course, I was still drenched everywhere else, but I just got home and wanted to rest. Wrapping the towel around my body, I walked back into the living room to see Melba look straight at me.

"Hey, Syd!" she said. "Come look, Nook and some rabbit girl are on the news."

"Rabbit girl?" I asked.

"Yeah. She's not a resident here."

I sat down on the couch next to my sister. The TV was on the news channel, reporting a recent car crash. There was indeed a "rabbit girl" on the scene, one with black fur and a surprised look on her face. She happened to be one of the victims of the car crash, but who else was in the car with her?

Medics pulled a second character out of the wrecked car. Oh no. Was that.. Tom Nook? And more importantly, was he dead?

The medics all looked at each other, then back at Tom Nook. Each and every one had attempted CPR without any luck. It was absolutely gut-wrenching to know that the un-thought of had come true: Tom Nook was proclaimed to be dead.

"Sydney," Melba whimpered. "What will become of Nookington's?"

"I'm not sure," I responded. "I think Timmy and Tommy are a bit too young to take over the business." Why were we focusing on the store? The main problem here was that Tom Nook was dead. We'd have to do something in his honor.

Tom walked into the house, even though he wasn't invited. He hung his umbrella on the hat rack, and didn't even bother to notice it fall to the ground. "Sydney," he began worriedly, "Are you watching the news?"

"Yeah," Sydney sighed. "Did you hear about Nook?"

Tom nodded his head in agreement. He took a seat on the couch, and allowed himself to take a bite out of the pepperoni pizza in the Domino's pizza box. Melba normally would have complained that the pizza was hers, but what had become of Nook was so important that she didn't stop him. Melba fidgeted with her hands. She felt so uneasy that she didn't know what to say.

"I say we do a funeral service for Nook," I suggested, reaching for a piece of pizza. I bit into the cheesy snack and cringed; it was a bit cold from sitting there, so Melba must have let it cool off from coming out of the oven and then forgotten about it.

"Thass wuh I was thinkinh!" Tom spoke with a mouth full of pizza, and popped the last bit of the crust into his mouth.

"When should we hold the service?" Melba asked, reaching for the dark brown blanket laying on the armrest of the couch.

"Two days from now, I guess. It's a bit late to tell everyone to wake up early for a funeral happening tomorrow." I looked at my feet, which were still wearing the muddy pink sandals. I kicked them off and continued to stare at my feet, which were now resting on the white carpeted living room floor.

"Maybe 8 in the morning would do," Tom applied, still chewing the crust he had popped into his mouth not too long ago. Melba and I agreed to the time, even though I really didn't like waking up early in the morning. But since it was for Tom Nook, it would just have to do.