Hey guys and welcome to another chapter of "Pups At Chernobyl".
Before I start, I'd like to send my best of wishes for Dragonsfire1995 who had an unfortunate event recently, but he's fine and well which is good news. But the sad news is, with my condolences for his cat who didn't make it. For the writer himself, who is the mind behind "Paw Patrol: The Ballad of Dally", I wish him the at most greatest of lucks from a fellow user. Give yourself some time, good sir, but we'll all be waiting with good patience.
But in the name of the Queen song, the show must go on. That's all from me and enjoy the sixth chapter.
Chapter 6 – Rocky and Rubble
Forty-eight hours had passed since the Soviet Union stormed in to take over Adventure Bay's nuclear crisis. The troops and every single citizen of Adventure Bay had been evacuated. More Soviet troops came pouring in like molten lava. Igor and Edmund were the only 'helpful' personnel to not only the Soviet Commander but the Paw Patrol as well. During those forty-eight hours, Igor and Edmund took the opportunity to set their little base of operations at the Lookout alongside the rescue team. It wasn't until the day after the Soviets came in when Rocky noticed that a certain pup wasn't around. He remembered waking up on a bean bag as he and the other pups were watching 'Apollo the Super Dog' to take their minds off the disaster. As he looked around, he saw Skye snuggling up with Chase as the two had given away the sign that they were in love, Marshall kept Everest comfortable as the two quietly snored away, Ryder also held Katie close and Rubble and Tracker slept quietly on their own.
But there was someone who he had forgotten.
As his ears picked up the sound of a hovercraft's fans buzzing, Rocky, with his instincts kicking in, raced toward the door and jumped ahead of the charging vehicle. It came to no surprise for the mixed breed as it came to a complete halt, then looking up to see its driver.
"Rocky, what are you doing?" Zuma asked quietly, trying to not wake the others. "It should be me who's asking that first." Rocky backfired. Zuma knew he had a point. Rocky looked back at the entrance of the Lookout, then returned them a worried chocolate Labrador. "Any moment now Ryder and the others are going to wake up and when they realise you've gone missing, who knows how they're going to react." Rocky pointed out.
Then the doors opened up. Zuma would soon realise the true nature of what Rocky's words meant by 'realise'. The Labrador turned to see an awoken Bulldog rubbing his eyes and then rolling them up to see him in his vehicle. "Zuma?" Rubble groaned. "What are you doing?"
Zuma hid his face away from his friends. He knew exactly what he was doing but he doesn't know how much of a risk factor it would be. Zuma then turned to face the two that were waiting for an explanation. "I remember hearing something between those Igor and Edmund dudes, talking about a cooling water tank pipe underneath the reactor." Zuma began. Rubble slowly joined Rocky by his side as the water pup explained his reason for being up so early. "They said that if the contents of the reactor were to come into contact with the pipe, a much bigger explosion would occur; twenty times worser than the original explosion."
Both the Terrier and Bulldog tilted their heads as an eyebrow from each pup shot up. "And what's this got to do with you being up this early?" Rocky asked.
Then a thought made Rubble gasp in theory. He surely thought the water pup would do. Rubble examined the hovercraft and saw nothing that had Zuma's name on it.
"You're not running away, are you?" A shaking Rubble dared to question. Rocky spun his head around to the Bulldog, then back at Zuma. "No, dude. I'm not a coward." The chocolate Labrador reassured the young Bulldog. Rubble sighed in relief. "It's because I'm worried the water is still under there, which will at most guarantee the explosion." Zuma explained. Before he chose his words carefully, Zuma breathed in the oxygen that he still had left. He tried to maintain straight contact with his closes friend. "And I'm going to check." Zuma finished.
The Terrier and Bulldog were caught by surprise by the fact he was going back to the reactor, completely naked to the radiation. "You're not seriously going back there, are you?" Rubble testified. "We can't go back. Besides, Rubble and I already had our lives hanging by threads." Rocky argued. "Then you don't have to come with me. I was in no way implying you guys have to come with me." Zuma explained, gently applying pressure on the gas pedal. But an uncomfortable mixed breed wasn't moving from his post.
"And in no way am I implying you have to go back to Chernobyl to drive yourself to suicide." Rocky barked. Zuma eased the gas pedal and saw the deadly stare coming out of Rocky's pupils. Rubble stood back, scared of what one of the two pups would do.
"Rocky, dude. Think twice about this," Zuma reasoned. "If that explosion goes off, who's going to be responsible for allowing it to happen?" Not a single syllable slipped out of Rocky's mouth. "Let me go, and who's responsible for that explosion not going off?" Zuma added. Standing in the middle of the road with no other alternative, Rocky looked up at the awaiting chocolate Labrador. Rubble couldn't do anything but watch to see what happened next. "I can't help but think you're going to struggle down there, so I'm going with you." Rocky declared.
Zuma shook his ears to his disbelief. Rubble was more shocked than Zuma himself. Rocky ran to his pup house and converted it to his recycling truck. He quietly rolled up to meet with the Labrador. "Rocky, dude! You're mad!" Zuma quietly criticised. "Well, so are you. Besides, I'm not letting my best friend go running off just to die to save the world." Rocky responded. Zuma didn't realise how crazy he was until it took his best friend to make him look in the mirror. Making it official, Rocky was ready to ride with Zuma toward the power plant. Then out of nowhere, Rubble hopped on Rocky's truck.
"This does sound dangerous but three's a crowd, right?" The Bulldog added. Rocky turned to the Labrador to wait for a nod of approval. After what seemed like a minute of scales attempting to overweight the other side, Zuma nodded and slowly drift toward the road leading toward the main town. Rocky followed behind the hovercraft with both pups holding down the accelerator, all the way to the ruined reactor. Upon arrival, everything that was theirs was either gone or claimed by the Soviets, speaking of which no soldier of such was patrolling around the plant. The three lonesome pups climbed off their vehicles and saw the wrecked block, still left exposed.
"So what's the plan?" Rubble asked. "We get in there, find the valve, and drain the cooling water." Zuma stated. Rocky turned to the leading Labrador, wondering if he had an exact plan to do so. Saying nothing else, Zuma moved onwards and Rubble followed him to an entrance to the plant. Rocky saw three spare suits nearby. Why they were there wasn't important to the mix breed right now but rather protecting them against the radiation is. He sprinted to collect them and rejoined up with Rubble and Zuma.
Rubble was first inside after all three of them were suited up. Rocky had his flashlight out and scanned around the corridor to which they were in. The Terrier raised the beam and saw a pipe which had red bold Russian characters that read: "Бак охлаждающей воды".
"I guess we take our chances on this pipe." Zuma spoke. The pups moved on. Each metre they proceeded, the darkness slowly consumed their surrounding vision and only relied on the recycling pup's flashlight. The pipe then took a turn to a dark concrete staircase and down to what caught the pups by surprise, especially Rocky. "We're going down there?" The stuttering mix breed asked. "From our point, we've got no choice. But from yours," Zuma answered. He gave a long sigh, before resetting his sights back on Rocky. "Try and put your hydrophobia to a side." Zuma finished.
It didn't take long for Zuma to find out Rocky's answer to his point as he barged in the lead and took his first step into the radioactive waters. Both of the pups that observed his bravery felt their jaws hanging. Rocky aimed his light to where the pipe disappeared and found out it lead to a long dark hallway that was flooded. As he settled on to the basement landing, he felt the water up to his neck. He looked back at Rubble and Zuma.
"It's true what I've got, but let's not get you two infected with the phobia as well." Rocky spoke. Zuma and Rubble shook their heads and joined the mix breed in the water. The pipe seemed to have continued to the nearest major city to Adventure Bay. The pups felt like the water was increasing the pressure it was applying against their bodies. Then Rocky's light dimmed for a split second.
"Rocky, stop messing with your flashlight." Rubble called out.
"That wasn't me." Rocky replied. Then flashlight flickered again, to which the Terrier acknowledged. The light continuously flickered until it got darker. "What's going on, dude?" Zuma questioned.
"I don't know, it's like the batteries are…" Rocky stated, but was cut off by the flashlight buzzing and finally shedding the last piece of light before turning the pups' worlds dark.
"Dead."
The sun had finally arisen from behind the hills. Just like his normal routine, Ryder was the first up. All he ever remembered was watching the latest episode of 'Apollo the Super-pup' with the pups and Katie before accidentally drifting away into a peaceful sleep. He looked to see Katie sleeping on his side, completely quiet and still. Ryder carefully lifted the girl up and gently laid her against the bean bag as he cautiously got up and tip-toed to the kitchen to grab himself a bite to eat.
It was still early hours for the ten-year-old. He looked up at the clock and saw that the hands indicated 6:57 am. The sun was shining. That's all he could assess for the time being. Ryder poured himself a mug of orange juice and headed outside, not risking waking the others.
A few yawns were enough to convince Ryder that he hadn't much sleep. He couldn't remember the time before he closed his eyes. Then he was joined by Igor, whom and Edmund took the boy's bedroom as Ryder wanted to keep the pups company during the crisis. Igor himself knew that the town centre wasn't the best of places for him and Edmund to be in at the time of the developing situation. Ryder wanted to ask him the night before what went down outside town hall but decided to hold back the question as he looked to be in a world of stress the moment he saw his face.
"What happened back at town hall from last night?" Ryder asked. Igor was quiet at first, but the professor wanted to start talking. "I said days ago that the empire isn't the one controlling the Paw Patrol. It's the Soviet Union." Igor explained. Ryder shot an eyebrow up; then he started to recall images of the man who Igor and Edmund encountered the moment after he and Katie left the parlour.
"So, who was the guy who talk with?" Ryder asked. Igor turned to face the boy, with a face still deciding to whether show regret or anger. "His name is Sergey Ustinov. One of the USSR's most top respected commanders of the Soviet Union. But he's also a ruthless commander, someone that you don't want to mess with, always using brutal action when necessary, believing violence is the answer to riots, but above else, an accused racist that the leaders in the union completely deny, yet his name is written all over the allegations and most of the people have pointed out the true nature of that man." Igor explained. Ryder already felt disgusted by the description and the actions he saw of the Soviet commander.
"I mean it sounds plain obvious, but he does not sound like a very nice man." Ryder admitted. Igor sighed after his comment. "Well, we've got to put up with him for now. Because at this moment, we are on our own." Igor stated. Ryder widened his eyes. He felt his breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth.
"What do you mean?" Ryder asked. "All the British and American troops have been removed, the connection to the Great British Empire and outside of Adventure Bay has been cut off." Edmund explained as he walked outside to join with the two boys. "The phone lines have been either cut or severely damaged by the explosion. The empire doesn't know that we're all still here." Igor added. Ryder felt the hairs on his skin standing up like a cactus. He wanted to cease their scare-factor filled talking, but his own body rebuffed.
"And even if we try to leave, they'll just bring us back, or worse. But right now, Chernobyl is still a treat," Igor said. "And more and more radioactive particles are being released. And if we don't contain the spread, millions of lives will be lost." Edmund stood completely still and Ryder felt paralysed from his limbs to his voice. Then all three of the humans were jumped as they heard a panicking pup come rushing out from the Lookout's lobby. Ryder saw who it was and it was Marshall, seeing his eyeballs bouncing from left to right to left to right.
"Marshall, are you okay, buddy?" Ryder asked, feeling a little calmer from what Igor had explained. "No. Zuma, Rocky and Rubble are gone and I can't find them." The Dalmatian cried. Ryder felt a gateway to the void opening in his stomach. He looked back inside and saw no sign of the said pups. Ryder could feel the exact anxiety Marshall was feeling.
Just about every corner and every corridor inside Chernobyl Block Four was completely pitched black. The only sound heard was a pin falling from a notice board and bouncing off the tile floor. Except for the basement. "Zuma? Rocky? Where is everyone?" A worried Rubble called out. All he could think about was the neck-high water that kept pressing more pressure onto the small Bulldog.
"Rubble? Where are you? I can't see a thing." Rubble heard the water pup call out. Rubble judged that Zuma's voice was that far, only an arm's reach. "Where's Rocky?" Zuma spoke. "I'm still here," The mentioned pup answered. "My flashlight isn't working. The batteries were fresh when I applied them last week." Rubble wanted to fall to the floor and panic but only realised that the floor was still flooded.
"Everyone stay still. Rocky, I need you to splash the water once." Zuma instructed. Rocky cocked his head in confusion like anyone was going to see it. "Zuma, this isn't time to be playing around in radioactive water." Rocky pointed out. "We're not. Just splash the water a little." Zuma repeated.
Trusting the water pup in what he was saying, Rocky got his paw above the waterline and quickly but gently submerged it again. For Zuma, he felt the ripples coming from his right. Zuma told Rocky that he'd reach out for the recycling pup, and did so as Rocky felt his paw landing on his body. "Rubble, do the exact same thing and I'll try and reach out for you." Zuma explained to the Bulldog. Rubble did as he was instructed and Zuma felt the ripples from the opposite side. Keeping his right paw on Rocky, Zuma weaved through the water and managed to get a physical contact with Rubble. On doing so, Zuma brought the others at a close distance and positioned himself and Rubble behind Rocky.
"Okay, Rocky, you're going to have to lead the way. The pipe is just to our left." Zuma explained. Rocky gulped. He almost couldn't as the pressure from the surrounding water nearly clogged his throat. As described, Rocky felt the pipe they were following before his flashlight died and carefully lead the other two pups into the darkened corridor of the basement.
For what seemed like hours, the pups started to lose all hope. Zuma began to think how long they had left until the meltdown reached the tank. Hours? Maybe minutes? Likely seconds? They could feel like they were running out of filtered oxygen and fast, like running out of time with rebreathers that had left. Rocky then felt a sudden bump and his paws picked up on a round object. "Zuma, I think I found it." The Terrier reported back to the Labrador.
Zuma jumped forward whilst keeping his paw on Rocky. As he felt what Rocky felt, within a split second, Zuma lifted his paw and grabbed a hold on the object. Still blind to see what was going on, Rubble and Rocky heard grunting as they still and wait, until a voice got them moving again. "It won't budge!" Zuma cried. Rocky reached out his paws again and got a grasp on the round object. As Rocky counted down, Rubble got on and started budging the wheel. The object creaked and the pups heard a draining noise coming from nearby.
"That's it. Let's get out of here!" Zuma called out. None of the other two assisting pups dared to argue and followed Zuma back to the exit. It took the same time it took for the three pups to find the valve to leave the basement. Zuma barged open the door and daylight sliced into the darkness. Rocky and Rubble, unbothered by the intensity of the light, sprinted out like Olympic athletes and crashed onto the ground. The three unbuckled every belt and clip that held their suit together and tore off their masks. As Rubble pulled his mask off, his stomach ejected its contents through his mouth and onto the floor. Rocky and Zuma turned to see his vomit had matched his blood.
Rocky, completely wide-eyed and body shaking, looked up at the Bulldog and saw his chin covered in blood-dyed vomit. Rocky moved closer to the ill-looking Rubble, but threw his head down and saw his stomach contents falling out of his mouth, looking identical to Rubble's.
"Dudes," A frightened Zuma whimpered in fear. "Are you well?" Both of the pups turned to each other, then back at the Labrador who was scared for their health. "Amigos!" A voice called from afar. Followed by the sound of a Jeep revving toward the group, Rocky saw Tracker racing into the plant's perimeter and jumped straight out of the driver's seat as the Jeep came to a complete stop.
"Tracker, what are you doing here?" Zuma asked. "More importantly, how did you know we were here?" Rocky stepped in.
"Ryder and the other pups know you've gone missing. They've been searching all over Adventure Bay for you guys. But I had a haunting feel you amigos were here." Tracker explained. His next thought was why they were here, but a sight of two piles of crimson-tainted vomit was enough to change his mind on the subject altogether. Straight away, Tracker raised a signal with Ryder and reported the whereabouts of Rocky, Rubble and Zuma. But then Zuma barged in the conversation.
"Ryder, dude. To deliver the honest truth, we came here because of the water cooling tank. I heard from Igor that if the meltdown came into contact with it, the whole of the plant would be wiped clean off soil ground, and the whole of North and South America would never see a surge in the population for another thousand years or so on." Zuma explained, believing to claim the full responsibility for his actions and Rocky and Rubble's health conditions.
"Zuma buddy," Ryder spoke through Tracker's pup tag, after taking a moment to choose his words carefully. The chocolate Labrador was ready for any punishment the ten-year-old leader had in store for the water pup. "We'll talk about it later." Ryder's voice responded. Zuma shot his ears up in disbelief. "Right now, we've to get Rocky and Rubble to the medical centre. I've already pinged your position to Marshall, Tracker. He's on his way escorted by Chase." Ryder explained. Tracker acknowledged and ended the communication with Ryder. Now they waited for the two pups to arrive. Eventually, they arrived in Marshall's ambulance but was twice bigger than usual. Tracker helped Marshall load the two pup ill-fated pups into the back and Chase drove on as Marshall settled himself down in the back. Zuma stood paralysed to the point where Tracker noticed him, still standing in his suit.
"I never asked because I saw the states that our amigos were in." Tracker spoke up. His head and body parts remain still, but his eyes shifted towards the Chihuahua. "Why did you come back to Chernobyl?"
Just hours after Rocky and Rubble were emitted to intensive care, Igor received a call from Ryder to check on the two at the medical centre that was pinpointed at the athletics training ground by the Soviet Union to treat its soldiers and help those infected by radiation. He walked around, tents all around. He felt surrounded by a maze. Then found someone lying in bed in a tent. A plastic curtain hung around him and Igor slowly approached him. On approach, the professor noticed the precise detail on the bed-bound individual. The skin had completely disintegrated and lost its natural colour. His hair was gone and some of his insides were peeking through. Igor ignored the sight and focused on his soul. #
"Are you okay?" Igor had the urge to speak. Not a single word spluttered until the man slowly looked up to see Igor, standing on the other side of the plastic curtain. "Yeah." He spoke but in a lost voice. "Where are the boys?" He asked. Igor looked up, completely showing that he doesn't know who the bed-bound man was referring to.
"The others from the brigade." He spoke. "You mean the fire department that put out the fires at the nuclear plant?" Igor asked. The man nodded. Igor took a closer step to the curtain. "What's your name?" Igor asked.
"Ignatenko. Vasily Ignatenko. Squad Commander of the 6th Paramilitary Fire and Rescue Unit." He spoke with his voice clogging up with whatever. Igor stared at him. He breathed in the horrifying scene, then out. The reality scared him like a mother thinking she was going to lose her newborn baby. "I'm sorry for what's happened to you." Igor spoke. "I truly am." Vasily rested his head back on the pillow and Igor left without saying any more. After more wandering around the tents, he found Rocky and Rubble together under one tent. A nurse pushed through the plastic curtain and was stopped by Igor.
"Как у них дела?(How are they doing?)" Igor asked in Russian. "Плохие новости. У них осталось от четырех до шести часов.(It's bad news. They have about four to six hours left.)" The nurse informed. She walked off and left the professor alone with the bed-bounded pups. Like before, Igor saw the details of the two more clearly like crystal. Rocky had completely lost all of his fur. His skin, on the other hand, was burnt and pus swelled up. Rubble looked similar to Vasily but far worser. His bottom lip had receded halfway down to his chin. Blood had spilt everywhere.
Igor turned to Rocky, who was lying on his side, facing away from Rubble. "Ryder?" The mix breed spoke. Igor noticed Rocky adjusting his head a little, but had his eyes squinted.
"No. It's Igor." The Professor corrected in guilt. He knew so that the Terrier wanted to see his owner so badly. The professor saw through the plastic curtain and in his eyes that he had a sudden fear infecting in his eyes. Rocky placed his head back on the pillow in loss. Igor got a plastic apron, mask, and goggles, put them on and slipped through the plastic curtain.
"I'm not supposed to be on this side of the curtain, but I couldn't let you feel isolated." Igor stated, expressing his thought to the ill mix breed.
"How's Rubble?" Rocky asked. Igor looked up, seeing the horror in his eyes again. "He's fine." Igor lied to not make the curious Terrier more uneasy. "He's just fast asleep. Best not to wake him." Rocky laid there. He couldn't lift himself out of bed. He felt worse than he did when he started vomiting. He felt like his whole body was on the verge of shutting down completely. Igor then recalled to furthest moment to when he caught a glimpse of his face. "Did you and Rubble enter into the reactor hall of the nuclear power plant back when you and the others were searching for survivors?" Igor asked.
Rocky kept his head rested on the pillow, but barely held his eyelids half open to see the professor. "I don't know. We went through a yellow door, then we just saw this massive hole in the floor with a huge thing in it." Rocky described. "What you saw was the core. Fully exposed." Igor stated. Rocky couldn't display any shock, but deep down in his brave little soul, he felt that emotion. Rocky hated to know what would happen to him and Rubble, but if he was going to die, he would at least want to know what would happen when he passed.
"What's going to happen to us? Me? Rubble?" Rocky asked. Igor could see that if he was going to die, then he had to know. Rocky himself believed he was going to die. The professor wanted to keep the words to himself. He couldn't lie to the poor pup, but yet he didn't want to startle him as well. "Please, Igor. For mine and Rubble's sake." Rocky spluttered.
"You have a few hours left to live," Igor spoke with guilt in his gut. "But when you die, we can't bury you normally. The radiation you've soaked up since you were exposed to the open reactor will only spread poison through the soil and potentially damage nearby livestock." Being an eco-pup and wanting a better and greener planet, Rocky didn't want the livestock to be damaged, nor contaminated. Rocky cared for the planet that he lived on and would never burn it. He believed it all when the subject got into his head.
"We have to bury you in concrete." Igor added.
Igor felt an uneasy feeling in his hands. Not just in his hands, in his head, his heart, his legs. He felt it everywhere. But he felt all of the trembling disappear when he heard the Terrier's voice. "I love this planet. Do whatever it takes to save it, and the millions." Rocky said.
Igor grabbed a plastic glove and slid it on. With his protected hand, the professor placed his hand on Rocky's paw. "Remember the day we both met, I said your names will be remembered by the American people and will never fade away. I'll make sure of it." Igor promised him. Rocky smiled. A few coughs and splutters made one of his eyes spill a tear. Igor saw it and wiped it away with a tissue.
"I bet…Ryder…will be…be calling…me a…good…pup." Rocky thought, while slowly losing his breath. "I bet he will." Igor spoke. As he rose up and just before leaving the tent, Igor turned around as he removed his protective gear and faced the pup. The professor raised his right hand to his forehead and with a face of pride, "Thank you for your remarkable services." Igor teared up. Rocky could only see the professor leaving the tent before he closed his eyes.
The following day, most of the firefighters who put out the fires at Chernobyl had died. Their bodies were wrapped up in plastic bags, then placed in wooden boxes, then in coffins made of lead. The lids of the coffins were welded shut and transported to Adventure Bay's graveyard. The exact thing happened to Rocky and Rubble. Tears had shed around the Paw Patrol, but most of all Zuma. The chocolate Labrador only believed he and Rocky were the closest amongst the ground. The Terrier kept him comfortable, stuck by his side when he needed it at most. Now that he was gone, who'd care for the shaken Labrador now?
Luckily, he had the others. Tracker and Marshall kept the depressed water pup companied as the team watched their first two fallen comrades being lowered into one massive hole. Ryder and Katie watched from the side, while the pups lined up on another side. Zuma's ears perked up loud revs building up. He turned around and saw a truck rolling in toward the holes. By the time he recognised its intention of arriving, Zuma immediately raced toward Rocky's Lead-made coffin. Chase and Marshall rushed ahead of him and tried to pull him back.
"Let me go. Let me go!" The crying Labrador screamed. "I wanna be with him! Let me go to him!" Chase kept him from swerving around the police pup whilst Marshall tried to pull him back. The others watched the sensitive water pup fight through his allies but weren't successful. Zuma saw the truck in his sight and his chance was too late. The truck had already begun its job.
Katie turned around and left, leaving a puddle of tears behind. Ryder let her be but he followed her away from the site. One by one, the pups left the site, leaving Chase and Zuma on their own.
"I should be down there." Zuma whimpered. "I should be at his side right this minute." Chase spun his head around to the crazed pup. "Well, what good will that do?" He questioned. Zuma looked up at the German Shepherd with his bloodshot eyes. "Think, Zuma, what good will that do for us? For Ryder? For me? For Adventure Bay? But most importantly…Rocky?" Chase asked.
Chase landed a soft paw on his back and hugged the shaking Labrador. "You've got to stay strong, Zuma. That's what we want, that's what Rubble wants, that's what Rocky wants." Chase then slowly departed out of Zuma's space and left him on his own, as he watched the cement starting to hide his best friend's coffin. Tears started to flood off the pup's nose and fell directly onto the grass. "I'm gonna miss you," Zuma quietly whimpered. Just before the cement finally covered the last surface area of the coffin, Zuma uttered one last sentence before the coffin was finally out of his sight forever.
"I hope we see each other, again."
Two have gone, but the question is: Who will be the next to leave? Only one way to find out. Chapter Seven will answer that same time, same day, next week.
Well there you have it, chapter six is complete. Any thoughts on what just happened? Also, here's my big question: is it still too early to be playing Christmas songs? Personally, I think the radio DJs are doing it to build up the hype for the holiday but that's only my opinion.
But from me, I'll see you next time, [insert funny joke here...]