The city lights went out. Pinky was sick with a cold, but he still went on with Brain's plans. And now he was lost, lost from Brain, and lost in the dark. And Pinky was scared, he didn't have his best friend with him.
"Pinky!"
Pinky looked around frantically for the voice that he knew belonged to Brain. Arms wrapped around his waist making the tall 11-year-old boy gasp before being shushed.
"It's okay, Pinky," Brain soothed. "The lights will be coming back on soon."
And after he said that, the lights did come back on. Inside and outside, all the lights were back on. Pinky looked around before looking back at Brain. The shorter pre-teen just smiled.
"Told ya."