Rachel was excited by the fact that she was actually going to the Gala. She knew it was important to learn about this White Mantel and the humans, she just hoped this Gala won't turn to a major shit show.

As she placed a black dress in the bag, her phone - her replacement phone - rang up.

Rachel quickly took it out and answered. "Ello, Rachel Lockhart speaking."

"Rachel, it's Professor Brimstone." the old stallion coughed on the other line.

"Oh! Hey, I was wondering when I hear back from you." Rachel giggled in delight, sitting on the bed.

"I am terribly sorry. This human crisis has everyone here in the facility swarmed." He sighed heavy. "How have you been?"

"Hanging in there…" Rachel said.

"Rachel, I have the results of your test. But I also have news of Bouncer's death."

Rachel gripped on the phone a little tighter. She turned her head out towards the door. Spike was in the restroom. By the way he was there, he was taking a shower.

"Which one do you want to hear?"

"Good news or bad news ...?" Rachel asked with a mutter.

Brimstone was silent for a long time, which only answered her question.

"I knew it ...Im not pregnant." Rachel closed her eyes, shaking her head.

That hit her good in the chest. She knew she shouldn't get herself hoping. She did and now this happened.

Because she was really hoping that she was pregnant. Which made her want to have a family with the purple dragon.

"Rachel, I am so sorry. I know how much this meant to you. In some eyes, you are considered lucky. Who knows what that child might do to you while in your womb."

"Not helping." Rachel softly said. She has to break this news to Spike. Whom he was the most excited about this.

But the next set of news…

"Now, about Bouncer's case, there has been more developed. His brothers, Bob and Sticks have been found as well. " Brimstone continued.

"Where were those two found?"

"Well, they found pieces of them my dear. Judging by what burn scorches and carnivores taking chunks from the parts."

Rachel felt a little green from that. "Please don't tell me the bites are dragon size…" she muttered.

"The only DNA that was founded on the body where the sulphuric burns dragon fire gives off."

"Damnit…" she sighed heavy.

"It's extremely hard to find the actual dragon since they all have identical sulphuric levels."

"But dragon, nonetheless…" She said softly. She waited for a moment before speaking again. "Well, Hell's Bells."

"What do you want to do with this? It's your choice if you want to turn all this information in."

"I'm surprised you haven't done it yet after you found out." Rachel said. "What should I do? I don't want to lose him...but he killed ...because of me." Spike had beef with Bouncer since the second day on the cruise, it gotten worse when Bouncer attacked her.

"Love is complicated… my opinion, I would destroy this."

"One-eye lying detection pony say what now?"

"Those heithans deserved what they got."

"You serious, right?"

"You started this investigation, it's your choice to stop it." He said. "I would normally not do this, but seeing how these colts are from their records, the world is better off without. But I didn't kill them, you didn't have a hand to it - I hope you didn't. Did you?"

"No, of course fucking not." Rachel grunted loudly.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Spike asked as he entered, a towel wrapped around his waist. He saw how Rachel looked aggravated and was wondering if she was alright.

Great...just fantastic…

Does she confront the dragon about Bouncer and his brothers, tell him that she isn't pregnant, both or what?

She looked at Spike for a while before she sighed. "Just… talking to this delivery company. Apparently, my package got lost." Rachel lied.

"Smooth, bet your ears are burning red."

And they were, Spike's eyes softened. "Babe, what's wrong?" He was now getting worried.

She internally cursed at herself.

"It's nothing." She said, trying to stay calm.

"I'm going to put what I have on hold. You call me back when you have the chance. Hopefully, not too long…"

"Alright…" Rachel replied softly to the old stallion before hanging up. She has to wear her beanies more often to cover those damn red ears.

"Rachel?"

Rachel turned to look at Spike as she lowered the phone.

What the actual fuck do I do? Rachel thought.