Chapter 8 (Revised for grammatical errors and mistakes.)

"How are they taking it?" Mayor Goodway looked at the young leader, her eyes still red and puffy.

"They're taking it pre—pretty har—" The young leader had started to cry. Mayor Goodway had comforted him wrapping him in her arms, losing herself in a flood of tears.


Two days had passed since the firework show, and everybody left the day after. The city became once what it was long ago, quiet and serene. Two days had passed when Chase went missing. The little town who was once known for their peace, went into an uproar. Everyone in that little town, took up a job. They searched every store, and every shore, they checked every house, and every garage, they checked every alley and every thicket. Nothing. Nothing was found, and nothing could be solved. Just nothing.

"Ryder it's okay. We'll do everything in our power to help bring back Chase to us." The young leader wiped away the tears, and nodded. Mayor Goodway patted him on the shoulder showing a smile of hope, and went on her way back down to city hall. Ryder took a deep breath, and slowly made his way back inside the lookout.

The rest of what was left of PAW Patrol was sitting, motionless, speechless, and lifeless. The only sounds to be heard when he had walked in was sniffling, and shivering breaths. Everyone was laying on the floor huddled around Katie, Marshall just stared off into a corner.

"Ho—how are the—they taking it?" Katie looked up at Ryder, eyes red and puffy from rubbing it to much.

"They are taking it hard, bu—but are alright for now." Katie turned her attention back towards the pups, and started to pet them, hoping she could proved any comfort she could.

"Skye how are you holding up?" The young leader asked. She looked up at the boy towering above her.

"I'm holding up alright." In her voice you could hear it quiver and crack. Ryder took a seat next to Katie, and the little Cockapoo nestled herself into his lap.

"How about you Zuma?" The Chocolate Labrador, threw on a faint smile, only for it be gone as quickly as it came.

"Rubble?"

"I fe—feel alright." The English Bulldog tried his hardest to give his tail a little wag, but ended curling it up.

"You Rocky?"

"I'm doing alright. I feel really sad for Skye is all."

"Why do feel really sad for Skye?" Ryder looked down at the pup sitting in his lap.

"Yeah...that's right me and Chase had a date." Marshall continued to stare at the corner. He gathered his thoughts and emotions: anger, and hurt, and pain, and agony, and depression, had been opening up Pandora's box, but he didn't let them escape.

"Yeah that's right you and Chase did have a date. He left for a second to find Marshall..." Ryder turned his head to see Marshall staring into the corner and cut himself short. Skye started to show signs of aggravation, irritation and anger.

"Marshall are you alright?" The Dalmatian nodded his head. "Why don't you come here and sit with us."

"Why should he? Let him stay over there," Every one turned their heads, to see the Cockapoo glaring at the Dalmatian, "it's all his fault that Chase went missing."

"NO! IT IS NOT MY FAULT!" Marshall had been pushed to the edge.

"YES, IT IS! IF YOU DIDN'T ACT THE WAY YOU DID HE MIGHT HAVE STILL BEEN HERE WITH US!" Skye jumped out of Ryder's lap and started to bear teeth.

"SHUT UP! ALL YOU DID WAS LOSE A DATE, AND I LO-LOST MY BEST FRIEND. YO—YO-YOU BITCH!" Marshall pushed through the group and ran outside, trying to hold back his tears.

"SKYE!" Ryder scolded the little Cockapoo.

"I'M SORRY! I jus—just got so anger at him." Ryder shook his head in disbelief.

"Still that is no excuse! Now I have to go get him."

"No. I think it's better if I go." Ryder glared at the Cockapoo, and just nodded his head in agreement.


Marshall kept running, he ran, and ran. He stopped for no one's calls, and for no obstacle. He keep running until his legs gave out, at the end of a pier.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Marshall fell down and started to cry. The water's were calm and gentle, the waves were soft. He wiped his eyes from the tears, and took a deep breath. He looked out on to the ocean. The sun reflected over the ocean making it near blinding to look at. But the tides pulled in something. A red ribbon, and a blue ribbon shred to pieces. Marshall couldn't make out what it was until it came closer to the pier. With haste he jumped in, and picked up the red and blue, and spat them on to the pier as he got back up. He looked at both, the red ribbon had a dog tag with fire one it, being cracked badly and drowned by the tides, and the blue one was torn to shreds, and the dog tag was nothing more then a broke star shattered into a million pieces.

"MARSHALL!" He lifted up his head to see the little Cockapoo running down to him. Skye ran up to him, and saw the collars. "Is th—that Chase's dog collar." Marshall looked at the Cockapoo, and started to hyperventilate. "Chase is fine r—ri—right?" Skye tried her hardest to fight back the tears that were starting to run down her eyes. Marshall walked up her and placed his head on her shoulder and started to let the tears run.

"I'm so sorry Skye. I should of never called you a..." He couldn't take it anymore, he started to sob on her shoulder.

"No. I'm the one who should be sorry. I was the one who started it. I know you miss Chase as much as I do, and that you would never try to do something like that." She followed Marshall's example and placed her head on his shoulder, and let the tears fall down.

"I'm so sorry, Skye."

"I'm sorry too, Marshall."