"Hey, you there?"

Judy's ears twitched as they started registering sound again. Her eyes started to flutter.

"Hey, Bon, she's waking up!" Judy could just recognize her father's voice as her eyes began to adjust to the brightness of the room. She tried to raise her head to look around, but she felt like her body weighed several tons. She tried to focus on her surroundings, but her eyes refused to cooperate.

Must be whatever meds they gave me.

"Jude, how ya feelin'?" her father asked. Judy groaned as she tried to move.

"I'll let you know when I can actually feel something again. Whatever they got me on right now's pretty strong," Judy said, staring at the ceiling. "When did you guys get here?"

"Oh, we can over just as soon as we got the call from the Chief," her mother chimed in. "We heard about the incident on the radio and we're just glad to hear you were alive." Judy smiled.

"Yeah, we're just... so relieved you're OK," her father added. "Which reminds me, Jude, we have something we want to talk to you about." Judy's smile started to fade and she managed to prop herself up to a somewhat sitting position. She could see the forms of her parents, but her eyes still refused to focus on anything.

"What? What are you talking about?" The pause following her question was almost too long for Judy to bear. "Mom, Dad... What is it?"

"We really think you should consider resigning from the force, Jude." Her father spat the sentence out so fast the Judy barely comprehend it. Judy sat dumbfounded, struggling to find the words to answer back.

"But... but, why?" Judy stammered. "I can still do so much good!"

"Yeah, well you can also get yourself killed," her mother answered. "You got lucky today, but what about tomorrow?"

"Mom, I'll survive. I'll always do!" Judy pleaded, her brain racing to comprehend what her parents were saying.

"One of these days you'll go too far, Jude," her father retorted. "I love ya, but you don't know when to quit!"

"Which means I'm not going to quit!" Judy shot back. Before she knew what she was doing, she leapt out of bed. She suddenly realized that her leg didn't hurt. Concerned, she looked down at her leg, only to see no evidence of a gunshot wound. Becoming more confused with every passing second, Judy looked back up to her parents, only to see that she was alone. Looking around, Judy saw that she was not in a hospital room. She didn't seem to be anywhere.

What the...?

Judy retreated back in to the nothing, her brain reeling.

"Nick? Nick!?" Judy shouted, hoping someone was there. She suddenly saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned to face the figure. "Who's there! Show yourself!"

The shadow moved forward and suddenly came into sharp focus. Judy could see the dark, piercing eyes. The dark jacket was covered in what looked like dark red blood. The polished metal on the machine gun in his paws reflected light into Judy's eyes. He was walking toward her.

Not possible.

She turned to run in the opposite direction, only to run headlong into the gunman's partner. Judy fell backward, landing flat on her back. She looked back and forth between the two slowly advancing gunmen as she tried to distance herself from them.

"Well, look what we have here," one of the figures balked.

"A puny little bunny," the second figure answered. "Can't even save herself." Judy attempted to duck out of the way of the two towering figures and bolt away from the two assailants, only to feel the pressure of a large foot flatten her to the ground. "How long can you keep this up?"

Judy struggled to escape from the weight of the massive wolf. Suddenly, the pressure lifted and Judy shot away. She skidded to a stop and turned to look at the two gunmen, breathing heavily. The two turn toward her, moving slowly.

"You got lucky today, but how long will your luck last?" a voice came from nowhere.

The two gunmen starting raising their weapons in Judy's direction. She tried to run, but her feet felt like they were encased in concrete. The room started rotating sideways. Her feet slipped and she started sliding toward blackness. She dug her nails into the ground, long streaks appearing as she tried to arrest her fall. The ground then gave way as she fell toward the emptiness.

"You got lucky today, but how long will your luck last?"