Bolt: Amnesia
It was a beautiful night in Hollywood. A white dog watched from the porch of his home at the city below.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
"You got that right wags." A black and white cat replied.
Bolt stared at it. The city always seemed awake. Even at night.
"I wonder how I didn't notice this for the first five years."
"You think you'd ever forget it?" Mittens asked.
Bolt frowned. "Why would you ask something like that?"
Mittens shrugged. "As dogs age they start losing their memory."
Bolt thought it over. "If I forgot it, I would find it a pleasant surprise. It's such a great place."
Mittens smiled at him. "What about me? Would you remember me?"
Bolt chuckled. "I'd have to. I doubt I could fall for you again."
Mittens mock shoved him. Bolt laughed. He looked up at the sky.
"By the way, what do you mean aging?" Bolt asked.
"Well...you know...you're getting old."
Bolt smiled. "I'm five years old Mitts. I'm a young adult."
"I'm just saying...you're aged. You're gonna start losing your memory eventually."
Bolt yawned. "I'm tired. I'm gonna turn in. What about you?"
"Yeah, I should probably go too." The two turned and entered the house.
It was now early morning in Hollywood. The life of Bolt would change dramatically on this bright morning.
Bolt padded down the sidewalk. He went for a small walk every morning before Penny woke. It had become a habit. He loved the city in the morning.
Before the rush of Hollywood actors hit. Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Matt Damon, John Travolta. The whole group.
He noticed a small puppy sitting in the middle of the road. He frowned.
A puppy shouldn't be in the middle of the road. And a puppy shouldn't not be moving in the middle of the road.
He padded toward it slowly. It was small. Very small. Small enough that it would be hard for a driver to see it.
There was a Chevy Impala driving up. It was coming moderately fast. It wasn't slowing down.
Bolt sprang into action. The puppy wasn't going to get out of the way.
He ran into the road and pushed the puppy to safety. He laughed triumphantly.
Then he was hit. There was a screech as the car came to a stop. Bolt was thrown forward. He smashed his head into the pavement.
A man got out of the car. The puppy had awakened and run away.
Bolt was lying face down on the pavement. Blood was streaming from his head.
"Oh jeeze." The man said. He looked at the dog. He couldn't just drive away. He couldn't leave the dog. He was sure it was dead.
He sighed, then cautiously picked up the dog and put it in the back seat of his car. Then he drove away.