Saint Peter stood in the gate of heaven and looked at the German Shepherd in front of him.
- Welcome to heaven, Chase. Saint Peter said.
- Hmmm I always thought I was a good dog. Although there are things I regret.
- It's about zuma, isn't it?
Chase just nodded.
- Well, Chase, it's heaven, so here's your chance to do what you want.
- It means?
- I'll send you back for a while to tell her how you feel. Nobody can see you. In addition, I can ask who it takes to become her guardian angel. If you want to.
Chase was smiling. For the first time since he stood at the gates of heaven and death at the hands of Humndiger.
- Yes, I want it.
- For that to happen, you have to tell me how you died.
Humndiger was escorted to the police car.
Chase was standing next to zuma.
If it weren't for them, Humndiger would have escaped with millions of dollars.
- Successful action huh? Zuma asked.
- Of course ... He looked at her ... I have to tell you something.
- What?
I...A sharp pain in his chest interrupted him.
He looked down as the red stain grew.
He fell to his side and saw Humndiger, pistol in hand.
Then he looked up to see Zuma's face before the world turned black.
Humndiger's eyes widened.He wanted to hit Ryder.
Maybe he preferred cats, but that doesn't mean he wanted to kill dogs.
Suddenly, something grabbed his arms and torn them away from his body.
He howled in agony as Ryder's cousin grabbed him by the throat and began tearing out his internal organs.
The world turned black.
Chase disappeared and reappeared in the base corridor.
He made his way to zuma bedroom ...