I honestly never thought I'd be responsible for an International Incident. Honestly, it's not something that sprung to mind when I thought about my future. Although the same could probably be said about me becoming a cop of all things; hell, me & my brother Finnick used to throw shit at cops when we were kids. Life's kinda funny that way.

Judy knew that. She knew it better than most. She dealt with everything that came her way & then some. If only I could channel some of that energy to deal with this situation. I used to be known for having some plan of action; or anything! But not this.

I have no plan for what's to come.

So here I sit, in some sort of cell, awaiting whatever the hell is to come next. At least I think it's a cell. When they walked me in here, it looked like a big metal cube. All it has in here is a brick shaped bed. It's not too bad comfort-wise. The toilet is another story though, it freezes my ass every time I sit on it.

But it's not like it matters much anymore. Nothing does. Your idea of reality kinda changes when the earth's moon is blasted into a million pieces.

By yourself.

By accident.

They think I'm some kind of ultra-terrorist, hell bent on sending a message to other nations, or even to America.

They have this whole idea that because my parents are from Scotland, that must make me apart of some "Scottish Liberation Front", or some other weird name like that, to show off power to England or some bullshit.

I just want to go back to my apartment.

With Judy.

But I'm stuck in here, wondering what the fuck just happened.

And to think, it all started with some indigestion.

'You okay Nick?' I remember Judy saying, my paw in hers, as my other messed with my shirt collar; Hawaiian, my favorite, 'You seem a little tense…'

I smiled, smug & playful, feigning wellness as I made my comeback.

'It's just, every time I look at you, Carrots…' I expanded my paws, a sure sign of exaggeration to come, 'You leave me breathless!' I chuckled, my paw still hitching up to my throat as my other regripped hers. Her smile adding to mine & bliss entering my ears as she laughed softly to herself. I did like hearing that laugh.

We had come up with coupons for several fancy restaurants surrounding Savanah Central; a feat allowed to us by the good people of the Zootopian Police Department. I made several jokes alluding to their "need for us to stay" rather than what it really was, being that of Judy's birthday. It honestly was the most handy gift either of us had gotten, because we'd absolutely annihilated the coupon book before either of us could even blink, jumping to today, where we'd spent our night drinking fine wine & eating finer chicken. I didn't even know that Zootopia made wine. But they sure as hell gave it their all, because I can still imagine that bubbly dew trickle into my mouth.

We were just strolling through the streets of Central, enjoying the lights that lit up the night as we danced together throughout the night. It was the best night of my life.

It was just me & Judy against the world. And we weren't going down without a fight…

Or in this case a dance.

It honestly felt like I was going to burp. I know that's not the most descriptive, or the most romantic way of stating it, but that's what it felt like. And as much as it pains my past self, I see no reason to lie anymore. I couldn't imagine saying even one more lie, because I know how much it would pain Judy to hear.

I stopped dead in my tracks as I gripped my bunny's paw in reaction, pulling my right paw up to my lips to cover what was to come.

It wasn't a burp.

It was so much worse. Almost unfathomable to anyone.

They say the beam reached almost two miles in diameter, killing over a thousand mammals in the immediate range. Thankfully, Judy wasn't one of the mammals within that area, although a bit of her fur was singed, & I could smell burnt skin.

But unfortunately, my entire right forearm was.

As was the Earth's moon.

The beam lasted for around 6.2 seconds. But the damage was already done. The moon was absolutely eviscerated. Not to mention the impact it's pieces are making on Earth.

None hit Zootopia, but earthquakes & tsunamis have apparently been frequent.

I've been told we've lost millions. Not to mention the beam also hit Uranus. And some other dwarf planet called Ceres.

And I still don't know what happened. It took two days to get my eyesight back after the blast. Two days of pure black. After seeing the brightest blue mammal had ever come across. It was absolutely horrifying.

It was like I was paralyzed from the neck down when it ended. I couldn't move. I couldn't blink. I could hardly even talk.

Apparently, I was dragged to the hospital by Judy. Even with her burns she was still in fighting form.

I was so tired. All I wanted to do was sleep.

But I was in too much pain to sleep, it was more out of shock than anything if I'm honest though.

The authorities got to me fast though; very fast. I found out the hard way that there's something even deeper than FBI or CIA. No, this organization, I'm sure, even the president would know very little about, if anything at all.

I still haven't managed to hear what they're called. They barely treated my arm before I was carted away. So very far away. And I don't think I'm ever coming out.

'Mr. Wilde?' I hear from my steel prison, 'We'd like to discuss some things with you,'

No. I'm never coming out.