In Penny's room, on her bed, lay a girl hugging her cat (on her left) and her (on her right) securely.

Their breathing was the only thing heard in the air.

Although it seemed that everyone there was asleep, Bolt had his eyes closed but his mind wind open.

"Mittens…" he whispered.

If he had dropped her off that bridge on the highway then he would've never gotten back home. She was innocent (sort of) and had no intention of hurting anyone.

"If I had dropped Mittens…" Bolt shook that thought away.

Shifting to the side, Bolt snuggled into Penny. He wanted to think of something else, but all he could think of at that time was how he had treated Mittens badly, now she was continuing to help him be a real dog.

Bolt tightened his shut eyes.

It felt warmer in Penny's hug, but he still felt weird…

"Oh…what's wrong with me tonight?" he ranted.

"Bolt?" a voice asked.

Bolt moved his eyes up and saw a black figure looking from across Penny. Mittens.

"You still up?" she asked.

Bolt hesitated to answer. "Um, yeah. But I'm really sleepy." He finally said.

"Oh." She replied. "Me too."

There was an awkward silence after this.

"Okay, good night Bolt." Mittens said and turned around to go to sleep.

"Good night, Mittens." Bolt said back.

Mittens quickly drifted back into sleep.

"Good night and thank you…" Bolt said, hoping Mittens wouldn't hear.

She didn't.

Bolt lightened up on the inside. That's probably what he really wanted to do.

He made one final snuggle into Penny before getting pulled into sleep as well.

"Good night, Mittens…love you…"