0.0001 percent chance to survive. That was Dudley´s chance. But sometimes in life the most unlikely can happen.
That was the reason why Dudley suddenly stood on a hill in the middle of nowhere. And he was very surprised by that.

He actually thought that he would see the living room of his Mom and the adviser talking about a mission or his potential again.
Or was that another trick of this guy? He didn´t hope that. "Okay. First I have to find out where I am.
The next step is to buy some flowers for Kitty. Maybe she won´t kill me then."

In his mind´s eye he saw Kitty beating him up really badly. Of course Kitty wasn´t somebody who beat everybody up
but if you disappoint her… well, you better not disappoint her. Dudley looked around and saw the city far away in the distance.
"There! But where is my car?"

The car was gone or parked somewhere else. He didn´t thought that he was on the same spot as before.
After all he walked through a portal. Of course he wasn´t on the same spot! It is the sense of a portal to bring you from A to B.
"Hm… I better start walking. I should be back home before dusk."

As Dudley wanted to take a step he stumbled and fell on the ground. "Ow… What was that?"
He looked at his feet and saw the problem. The agent in the black suit lay on the ground motionless. "Oh, almost forgot you. Wake up."
Dudley shook on that guy´s shoulder. He didn´t react.

"Hey come on! This isn´t funny!" with a dark suspicion Dudley kneed down to take his pulse. No pulse.
He also felt that suit guy´s skin felt cold and Dudley saw now that he had a big laceration on his head.
"Oh no…" His skull must have cracked.

Dudley searched the pockets of the guy to find something with that he could the body a name.
He found his wallet in one of his jacket pockets. "Oh shit." As Dudley opened the wallet he saw a photo of the guy with a woman and
a few children on it. He also found the driver´s license.

"Samuel Thomson" he read. Dudley stood up and tried to calm himself down from the thought 'I killed him!'
"Stay cool. Okay. I have to get rid of the corpse first." He tried to remember training.

What had Simon said? "Puppy! Remember, it´s a complex art to get rid of a dead body. It´s all about the right place!
You have to hide it somewhere where nobody would search for it. Or a spot that is so obvious that nobody would search there."

Dudley remembered what he replied to Simon. "That is a stupid piece of advice!" And he also remembered that Simon slapped him for that.
"Okay, but still not helpful." Dudley searched the surrounding area for a good place. The hill was in the middle of a wheat field.

It was no good spot for hiding a corpse but around 600 meters away there was the river and in the river was a little island.
"Hm… That could work." Dudley used all his strength to lift Samuel´s body on his shoulders.
This time without the threat of a down falling ceiling it worked pretty good.

As he walked through the harvested field he realized that it was covered by a thin snow layer.
That was strange because it was late summer on the day he walked into the portal. He asked himself if the city he saw was even Petropolis at all.
Maybe the portal teleported him to a foreign city in a foreign land which has another season.

Dudley decided to deal with that later. The corpse was higher on his priority list right now.
He reached the river and after he found a shallow area he passed it. The Island was small but nevertheless some trees stood on it.
He eyed the island.

"Well it looks like a haunted island… everybody would expect a corpse here! But no one would search!"
Dudley finally decided to bury Samuel beside on of the trees. He laid Samuel down and began to dig.

Others would need hours and a shovel to dig a hole that´s big and deep enough to bury a body but not Dudley.
Primarily because he was a dog of course. But before he threw the corpse into the grave he looked down on himself.
He was still dressed in his combat suit.

He couldn´t walk into the city in this, he would scare everyone to death.
Dudley decided to swap his clothes for the black suit and tie which Samuel wore.
It was disgusting for Dudley to do this but he had no other idea where he could get some normal looking clothes.
"I´m so sorry." He spoke to the corpse. "But I really need this. Sorry."

Dudley laid the corpse carefully into the grave and looked at what he has done. "Samuel… I´m sorry.
You were the right man in the wrong place at the wrong time. You fulfilled your job better than your coworkers and that cost your life."
As Dudley threw the earth back on Samuel he decided to come back after some time and bury him on a real graveyard.

Or at least get him a funeral, somehow. He didn´t knew how but he promised it to him.
Dudley trod down the earth on the grave, turned around and walked back to the hill.
He searched the pockets of Samuel´s jacket if he could find anything useful besides his wallet.

As he reached the right inner breast pocket he made a find. It was a hip flask which was filled with vodka
at least that was what Dudley thought as he took a sip. "Aww… Man…" From the hill he walked towards the city.
As he came closer he saw the road sign with the name of the town on it. 'Petropolis' was written on it with big black letters.

"Weird…" Thought Dudley and moved on. It was confusing for him that it wasn´t summer even if it should
because this city definitely was Petropolis. Or was there snow in the middle of the summer?
As he came to the first houses he stopped and looked at them. He knew them because his Mom lived nearby.

But they looked different then yesterday. The color, the windows, the doors… everything seemed so new.
"Weirder…" said Dudley to himself and continued walking. No one was on the street but that was not such a great surprise.
This part of the city was a quiet one. His Mom once said to him that this was the reason why they were moved to this part of the city.

He reached a familiar newspaper kiosk which was closed with its blinds pulled down.
It was the kiosk of Sarah Jenkins, he remembered that because she always gave the kids some candies for free.
"Somebody here?" shouted Dudley. No one answered. He walked around the kiosk and looked if he finds someone.

But it was just a waste of time. "HELP!" somebody suddenly screamed and distracted him from his investigations.
Dudley spun around and saw how two older dogs dragged a younger white dog into a little alley.
Dudley didn´t hesitated to help and ran after them into the alley. The two dogs drove the younger into a corner.

"Give us your money, you stupid little mutt!" said one of this thugs.
"But I don´t have any money!" the little dog cried.
"That means you have to be punished." One of the two grabbed the little dogs arms while the other one pulled out a knife.
"HELP" screamed the little dog.

"HEY! GET OF HIM!" shouted Dudley angry. He hated this people who fight against weaker and that also just in the majority.
"What do you want, asshole?" one of them asked.
"Pick a fight with someone who´s the same size as you!"

"You mean like you?" grinned one of the guys.
"Bingo" said Dudley and attacked the thugs. He kicked the knife out of the hand of the first one.
He rammed his fist in the stomach of the other one who broke down immediately. He grabbed the collar of the first and
beat his head against the wall.

This guy didn´t defend himself much but he had a head like a rock. It took Dudley almost seven beats against the wall
to make him unconsciousness. "It ended like it began. Fast…" He looked at the little terrified dog which was crouched
in a corner of the alley.

"Hey little friend. The bad guys are away… okay not away but they can´t harm you anymore." The little dog looked at him with his big round eyes.
"Are you a bad guy?"
"No" laughed Dudley. "I´m a friend." It felt strange for Dudley as he suddenly realized that he used
similar words as the advisor back then.

"Friend?" asked the little dog and began to wag his tail and look happy at him.
"Yes, friend. Now, let´s get you home. By the way, what´s your name?"
"My name is Dudley Puppy" said the little dog.

"What?!" thought Dudley. He was Dudley Puppy, not this little guy! This puppy must have made a mistake.
Dudley was about to correct this error as he saw a newspaper lying on the ground.
He took a closer look at it and read the date. '25 January 1998'

"That can´t be possible! Hey… uhm Dudley, what year is it?"
"It´s 1998, why?"
"Wow, that´s … the weirdest thing! That overcomes the thing with the snow!"