Brent was lying his bed smoking when the door knocked loudly. The tiger coughed loudly in the surprise and gulped down some nearby water. He opened to door to find Fury chuckling.

"Perhaps I picked the wrong tone of knocking my dear."

"It's really difficult to notice, you filthy old throw-rug!"

"May I come in?"

"How do you know it won't be your last time here?" said Brent. "I oughta' shove some fags down your throat till you burn!"

"News to make us sleep better."

Brent sighed and allowed the fox in.

Patsy had just entered the corridor and made for the door that was not closing. She was wondering how the young fox cub would sleep tonight when she heard a familiar voice behind the door:

"The boy is going to die, Brent."

"How do you mean?"

"I told him I found his father and he shall meet him soon next week once he can walk again."

"Father? What father?"

"Shards himself - he's not his father, more his uncle. He went to Mudway's Orphanage to fid some identity of his parentage, but he only found a note. The Mudways seemed to be in denial about having a certain locket. But he's offered us a beautiful reward to hand the cub into his paws."

"Could do with some. Me and Patsy are always broke considering how you owe me."

"Just think though, Brent. Once he's dead we won't have to worry about him snitching on us. I've dealt with boys like him in the worst manner so he should think himself lucky that he isn't. All those young foxes when you were just the Skipper's age. If they showed signs of snitching, I'd hand them to Mr. Big. Iced as fresh as pawpsicles."

"Pawpsicles? Speak English."

"A brand of ice lolly that was released by some fox not long ago."

"When's Shards gonna be better?"

"I just received a call from him. He'll come for the kid Monday night. Quite a pity however. I saw so much potential in Noah."

"Well as long as he is alive, we're as good as iced. I've no more time for you now get lost."

Patsy ran a short distance away from the door and waked backs the door opened. Out came John Fury himself.

"Why, Patsy! You were quick."

"Kids recover quick," said Patsy shortly. "Look, when Noah's walking why don't you allow me to take him for a walk?"

"No, no, no," chuckled Fury. "I know your relationship too well, my dear. You don't want poor old John Fury iced? I helped you and your brother remember?"

"Until we could improve our lives."

Fury's eyes narrowed and walked away.

Patsy watched him walk away in a fiery emotion of hatred.

It was a sunny day when Patsy sat at a bench, the very place where she saw Noah before she snatched him away from that policefox. She had no idea what to do. She could go to the ZDP but that would mean Brent's imprisonment as well.

"Nick and Judy are still finding more clues to Noah's disappearance."

Patsy turned round to see who said it.

It was a young rabbit in violet clothing and a rabbit in a blue top and jeans.

"I'll hopefully find something today, Bellflower. Trust me. We will get him back."

"I'm just gonna sit here for a bit," said Bellflower sitting on another bench. "I'm a bit hot."

"I'll get us some drinks," offered the rabbit who kissed her. He walked up to a long cue inside a refreshment shop.

Patsy could not hold it in; she walked up to the rabbit, though she didn't expect she would look kindly upon a predator.

"Excuse me?"

Bellflower looked up at the leopard patiently.

"I need to speak to you in private."

"Okay," she said loyally.

"You trust me?" asked Patsy surprise.

"My best friend is a predator," said Bellflower.

She followed Patsy around the corner of an alleyway.

"May I help you?" the rabbit asked.

"I understand you're looking for a fox cub who goes by the name of Noah Sly."

Bellflower gasped in surprise.

"You know him? How?"

"He's in danger. He's safe for now but not for long."

"Tell me where he is."

"I can't tell you here," said Patsy ruefully. "Someone might be here right now. If they found out I told you, who knows what might happen. You don't want to know my history I'm desperate to help this kid."

"Why are you withholding information?" asked Bellflower now suspicious of the matter.

"You need to trust me," said Patsy. "This about life and death. If you meet me at - at - you know that tiny bridge outside the city?"

Bellflower nodded.

"If you meet me there Sunday night at midnight with some friends, it'll be safe to tell you where to find him."

"But why not now?" said Bellflower impatiently. "It'll save you a great deal of trouble. Is there someone you're trying to protect?"

Patsy thought of this.

"Yes," she replied weakly. "But you don't know what he's been through and it wasn't his fault. He's all I have left. He needs me more than you'll ever know."

"I understand," said Bellflower dropping her suspicions, thinking of her best friend Kimberly. She herself led a rough life with a rich father who wanted his family orderly and there came the tragedy of her being with child and disowned.

"Bring some friends with you on Sunday night at the bridge outside the city and I will tell you where to find Noah. But if I'm not there, come the next Sunday and the following Sunday if I'm absent again. I'll keep finding a way to meet you to help Noah."

Bellflower nodded.

"Thank you - Miss?"

"Patsy, my name's Patsy. What's yours?"

"Bellflower Hopps. And Noah is hurt from a taser injury, is he okay despite what's going on?"

"Yes," Patsy assured her. "I gave him a tetanus just last night, so he'll be better soon. I was a doctor before my life changed."

"I really appreciate this, Patsy," she smiled as they walked out of the alleyway.

"See you at the-" Patsy looked around. "You-know-where on you-know-when."

"Sunday at the bridge," whispering Bellflower proving her understanding of the instructions. "And I'll bring my friends."

Patsy walked away smiling at this most relieving coincidence. While there was more to do, at least something was starting to fall to place to spare a young life.