Restless nights passed. No one could fall into any form of slumber; not the Tugger, not Skimble, not Sapphira, and not even the Jellicles at the junkyard. Everyone was anxious, watching time pass miserably, waiting for someone to come. Whereas the world was bustling about, all of the Jellicles were helplessly yearning for at least one decent occurrence to happen from their glum anguish.

While Sapphira was being given particularly-special treatment and the other Jellicles were sulking, Skimble and the Tugger didn't have much hope either. They searched every nook and cranny of the abandoned station and yet there was no outcome.

"Maybe Macavity isn't here?" Skimbleshanks questioned. The Tugger looked at him for a fraction of a second, looked back, and then finally processed what Skimble had said.

"What?!" The Tugger squawked. "Do you have any idea of what kind of danger Sapphira is in?!" He continued, his face was red and hot with fury, but he knew he was running out of time.

"You really do feel affection for this Sapphira…" Skimble said curiously.

"Sure, now- WHAT?!" The Tugger said, again, not processing Skimble's statement. "No, no, I'm just trying to be friendly to the newcomers." The Tugger lied.

"Yes, of course, that explains why when Electra came you tricked her into getting herself caught in a storm drain…" Skimble looked at him raising an eyebrow.

"I-I was stupid then…" The Tugger explained, lying, again.

"Sure! And you're always trying to 'be a better tom' admitting you were 'stupid then'! Bogus!" Skimbleshanks replied. "You never confess your faults!"

"Stop! Okay! I know I like her but I don't want to admit it because I'm The Rum Tum Tugger and I'm supposed to never be dedicated to one certain queen and frankly, she makes me want to do everything for her!" The Tugger covered his mouth. Did he actually say that?! Skimbleshanks chuckled and looked at him with an I-told-you-so face.

The Tugger groomed himself for a moment to get himself back into character and said, "Now… Are there any other abandoned railway stations?"

Skimble smiled and said, "You betcha, Mr. Tugs!" The Tugger looked at him annoyed. He thought they already dropped the whole 'Sapphira' topic but to his dismay, Skimble was never going to let the Tugger forget about his crazy outburst.

"Where?! She could be there!" The Tugger beamed. "Except… It must be a filthy, grime-tinted station… Which is Macavity's idea of luxury." The Tugger said slowly, mimicking the voices of the rich housecats.

"Oh, I've got a really foul place in mind." Skimbleshanks darted off into the train tunnel and ran across the thin borders to the sides of the tunnel. Tugger ran off to follow.

Once they made it across numerous amounts of platforms, they finally found the other deserted station. The Tugger collapsed onto the soggy wood floors of the station. No wonder this place is closed-off! It's appalling! Tugger thought.

"Now, there are lots of rooms within this station, it may be… well... you know, dreadful, but it does have a lot of square-footage." Skimbleshanks informed. They both separated off in the station and crept by every door to hear Macavity's malevolent hissing, but nothing was heard.

All of the sudden, Skimbleshanks banged into the Tugger and whispered, "Quick! There's something I need to show you!" They both ran off into a corner, covered in mildew and stared at the ground.

"Sapphira's collar…" They both looked at the stunning crystal-embedded attire. They both knew just what Macavity was up to, for a cat's collar is it's only piece of clothing, without it, a cat is completely stripped.

"Oh, dear… That's simply nauseating… The fact Macavity is trying to mate with her is…" Skimbleshanks made a gagging sound and continued, "We've got to find her! She must be near!"

"Indeed, she is!" A creature from the wood panels said from above.

To be continued…

My intentions were to add the next chapter into this one but it would have been about 1,500 words and I don't want to have such a long segment in my story. Also, I will be uploading a lot less often because today is the last day of my vacation and I'll defiantly be short on time for writing.

Lastly, (oof this is a long Author's Note) I noticed that I tried to promote my new Instagram fan account but it autocorrected and said: .jellicle but it really is .jellicle