"I can't believe this has happened," Angel contemplated, as she, Angel, Annette and Danielle walked down the street, "Collette's really gone?"

"If I find that runt who chased away my sister," Scamp fumed, "he's dead. I don't care how much he begs, he is DEAD!"

"Calm down, Scamp," Annette told him, "Collette's smart. She'll have found a way to get away from him and come back home."

"But she's never been out on her own, has she?" Angel sighed when no one answered her. "She doesn't know what the streets are like, especially with people like Buster roaming around."

"She'll probably have gone to the park," Danielle suggested, "she knows where that is and how to get back. If someone finds her, she'll hide."

"If that's the case, then mom and dad'll find her in no time," Scamp told them, trying to restore confidence, "but for now, we just need to keep checking this part of town, see if she got chased down here."

They spent the next couple of minutes mostly in silence, only speaking to call Collette's name every once in a while. After a while, something came to mind that seemed to bother Annette.

"Angel, when you spoke to her the other day," she asked the Pomeranian mix, "did she say that she was feeling different at all?"

"No," she lied, "why?"

"She's been acting weird lately, that's all," she thought back to the day before, "she didn't want to hang out with me or Danielle at all yesterday."

"She's been quiet as well," Danielle added, "she'll hardly say a word to either of us, or even mom or dad. Even at night, she'll be distant- have you noticed how she's not really been sleeping at all?"

"Oh, yeah," Scamp replied, realizing something, "last night, she was just sat on the window sill, looking out of it. When I woke up, she was still there and she didn't seem like she had moved or slept at all, but I thought that was a one off."

"She did that on the day Jock died too," Annette told him, "maybe she's just struggling with that."

"Maybe," Angel told them. 'But I don't think that's it,' she thought to herself.

Junkyard

While this was going on, Antonio had only just made his way to the junkyard. When he entered, he saw that Buster and Bruiser were discussing plans with Tracy, while Wreck and Drill were scrapping over a boot.

'Idiots,' he thought to himself, making his way to his 'bed'- an old, dirty mattress. As he lay down on it, Buster looked in his direction and saw him.

"Hey, Ant!" the Doberman shouted as he approached the pup. "You got back!"

"Antonio," he corrected him, tiredly, "and yes, I'm here."

"So, is the young princess up in heaven?" Tracy asked, sneering as the group gathered round.

"No, but she won't be getting in our way," he got up and walked past them, "I chased her out of town. She went over the train tracks and fell in the water. I caught a glimpse of her swimming to shore before I headed back here."

"Eh, it's the next best thing," Bruiser told him, "anyway, we're glad you're here. We've got an update on the plan. A source of mine overheard some street dogs talking about a little surprise they were planning, and guess who it's for." Antonio just stared at him, not bothering to guess. "Scamp and Angel."

"So, they're having a party or something, big deal. What does that matter?"

"You see, kiddo," Buster sneered down at the bandana-clad pup, "this little get together is happening on Saturday, at about 6 in the evening. So, what we're gonna do is let them have their little moment, follow them back to the house," he walked over to a tin can, "and POUNCE!" He crushed the can under his paw, while the other dogs just laughed evilly.

"Sounds great," Antonio told them, clearly disinterested as he went over to his mattress, "let me know when it's my shift. Oh, and I've got the late shift tomorrow, right?"

"Er, yeah," Bruiser answered confused. He turned to his cohorts and whispered, "okay, what's his problem?"

"Got me," Tracy told them, "I caught up with him earlier and he was speaking to some old lady. She told him to 'tell her' about something, but I've no idea what he could want to talk to me about, and I'm the only female he actually knows, other than that crone."

"You don't suppose he's fallin' for one a' those triplets, do ya's?" Wreck suggested, to which Drill scoffed.

"E's got more brains than dat, Wreck," Drill argued, "he prob'ly met some street dog e's got the hots for."

"We'll keep an eye on him for now, but don't talk to him about it. We'll see what happens."

Snob Hill

As the day went on, everyone continued to look, but found no sign of Collette anywhere. It was now nearly evening and everyone was tired, so they chose to head home, like they had agreed earlier. When the four kids got home, they saw their parents waiting outside the gate, with glum expressions on their faces.

"I take it you didn't find her either," Angel assumed, "I hope she's alright."

"We all do, Angel," Lady told her, the sadness clear in her tone, "come on, kids, let's head inside. We'll continue looking for her tomorrow."

The family entered the house glumly, the four pups all looking down at their paws. Lady and Tramp exchanged a worried glance amongst each other, before they followed in. As they entered the living room, they saw Jim Dear and Darling, sat on the couch with Junior. When he saw the expressions on their faces, Jim Dear sighed.

"Don't worry, we'll find her tomorrow," he told the dogs, scratching behind Tramp's ear when he approached him, "you've done all you can for today."

"Collette back?" Junior asked, hopeful.

"No dear," Darling told him, "she's not back yet, but she will be. Don't worry. Now, come on, it's time you went to bed."

"Come on, pups, I'll make you something to eat. It's been a long day for us all." With that, Jim Dear led the four pups into the kitchen and Darling took Junior upstairs, leaving Tramp and Lady alone.

"I don't understand," Lady sighed, "I thought that she would have come back by now."

"Hey, when Scamp ran away, he only came back a few days later. Look, everything will sort itself out eventually."

"Yeah, but Tramp, Collette didn't run away, she was chased away," she argued, looking tearful, "who's to say he didn't get to her? Or what if he chased her out of town? With those vile creatures out there, who knows what-"

"Stop it," he told her sternly, "don't think like that. Collette's a good girl- I'm sure she just got scared and chose to hide somewhere. We just need to be more thorough with our search tomorrow. And, if we don't find her, we'll have to make our search larger." This didn't make Lady feel any better about the situation. "Look, we'll find her. We've been through this before and we'll get through this together, just like last time. We just need to keep calm, stay hopeful and keep looking." She still felt uncertain, prompting him to sigh. "Alright, I'll go out and look tonight. Just make sure everyone else is okay tonight, alright?"

"Alright," she replied, smiling slightly, "thank you. I can't help but worry, though, she's one of my little girls. When Scamp ran away, I was so worried. And I feel even more so now, because she's not like Scamp. She didn't want to go away and she's probably so scared out there."

"Shh, shh, it's okay," he consoled her, gently nuzzling her ear, "we'll find her, but we won't be able to do anyone any good if you're in here worrying." She cried a little, resting her head against his chest, allowing her tears to roll onto his fur. Eventually, after she calmed down, she smiled at him again. "There we go, that's the face I like to see."

She giggled at his compliment, blushing lightly.

"Alright, charmer," she told him, "let's go get some food."

Later, upstairs

"Goodnight kids," Lady told them as she left the room.

"Goodnight, mom," they all called back. After she left, they tried to get to sleep, but found the worry about Collette too much.

"Are you guys still awake?" Danielle whispered.

"Yep," everyone else whispered back.

"I can't get to sleep worrying about Collette," she told them, getting out of bed, "we've never been this long without her, and she's never been on her own this long."

"I thought she might have tried to come back by now," Annette told her, "she loves it here." She turned to Scamp. "You don't think she might have tried to run away like you did, do you Scamp?"

"Why would you think that?" he asked. "Like you said, she loves it here. She wouldn't be happy living out on the streets- it's dangerous and she'd hate how dirty it is."

"Got that right," Angel stifled a laugh, "the street life isn't for her."

"Yeah, but with how she's been acting lately, I was wondering if, maybe, she was getting tired of it and wanted something... different." Annette sighed. "I miss her."

"We all do, Annette," Angel got up and walked over to her adoptive sisters, "and I bet that wherever she is, she's missing us too. We just need to keep looking for her. First thing tomorrow, we'll all be out searching again, so don't worry."

"Thanks Angel," the two triplets thanked her, giving her a hug.

"No problem," Angel laughed at their sentiment, "now let's get some sleep."

The two triplets agreed and got back to sleep, while Angel curled up with Scamp.

"Since when were you so good at dealing with my sisters?" he asked her. "About time someone was, though."

"Well, they're really sweet," she answered, enjoying the warmth of his fur against hers, "plus they've gone through a lot lately. You and I both know that, when times get rough, it's good to have someone by our side to help us deal with it."

"Yeah, and I'm glad I've got you to help me," he rested his head on top of her back, "you've been the one person who really gets me and who I can feel things for that I never thought I would feel. You're the one person I can't lose." He looked at Angel, but noticed that she was asleep. He smiled, admiring her peaceful beauty. "I won't lose you," he whispered to her, "no matter what happens, I won't let anyone hurt you. I love you, Angel." And with that, he rested his head back on top of her, drifting to a peaceful sleep.