Hey all, DLW here with a new chapter. I'd like to thank all the readers, follows, fav's and reviews and for your feedback, you guys are amazing. Remember when I said AU based on the original concept? More at the bottom. Disclaimer: Zootopia and its characters are copyright Disney. (I own none of the characters in the story aside from the O/C's.).

The Dystopian Society

Chapter Four: Bite Sized

'Dining In'

"When I sat next to you, you whispered and I asked 'What were you trying to say?'"

[February 4, 'Cuerñorayas Restaurant' 8:03 PM]

As Judy walked through the kitchen door, she had a wide grin plastered on her muzzle. She had hindered the tigers from further injuring the gazelle and captured her next query for furthering their investigation. It was a win-win for her, she smiled at the thought of telling her co-workers, Jack and the Chief.

She trailed slightly behind the tall looming llama, hearing the clop of his hooves as they entered the lobby of the restaurant. Eager as she was to wrap this up, she was still going to have to give a report on the matter.

"All clear sir." She heard a deep voice call as she rounded the counter.

The voice itself came from a deer saluting them at the entrance. She acknowledged that they must have been talking to DelCorre as he nodded gruffly towards them. They walked past the door and neared the gazelle. She stopped as soon as he did, eyeing the status of the police that stood around in varying spots of the restaurant.

To her surprise, none of the officers had made so much as a move bearing legal authority. No weapons drawn, no detained suspects, not even the slightest effort to bring a medical crew in to assist the wounded mammal.

In fact, the tigers now sat in booths surrounding the gazelle on both sides while the cheetah sat in front of her in the same booth. They all had concerned looks about their muzzles while intently staring at her. One tiger had his paw placed on her shoulder as she rubbed her forehead with one hoof and tapped the table with the other. Even the cheetah looked on, nervously reaching out with his paw.

Judy couldn't believe what she was seeing. How could the officers be this relaxed? There was a gazelle in trouble now, and they did nothing.

She hears a nervous cough above her, the llama had stopped in his tracks just before reaching the table, forcing her to come to an abrupt halt as well. He looked down to his hooves and then to her, his eyes filled with care and distress.

"Lieutenant, there's uh... something you should-"

Judy waved her paw, pointing straight at the predators surrounding the gazelle. Did they not know she was still in danger, why they were here in the first place?

"Why are they not in cuffs?" She shouted, causing the llama to flinch and the whole booth to look squarely at her.

She heard chattering amongst them, not more than a whisper. Turning to face them, their conversation stopped, but she could see that all of the tigers were unamused with her even being there. Gritting her teeth, she looked back up to the patiently awaiting llama.

DelCorre looked down at her and sighed. He paced his way towards the table and set the small fox on next to the cheetah. Each member of the table slightly gasped or hung their mouths agape as the fox lay still, panting and grumbling.

The llama turned to face the stunned lieutenant, hanging his head in shame.

"We can't arrest them," He admitted, nervously scratching the back of his elongated neck. "They've done nothing wrong."

Aside from the idle chattering of the officers going about their various tasks and the shuffle of hooves, Judy heard complete silence. The words that the llama had so easily spat out, weighed heavy on her mind. Even if they were in the nocturnal district, down in the dark, there was no way that any of these cops should have been that blind.

"Nothing wrong." Her paw clenched on its own as she spoke, on the verge of raising her voice louder. "NOTHING WRONG!"

She barely found the strength to resist hopping as she rapidly tapped her foot across the tile. Her arms crossed and eyes narrowed, she looked around her. Nearly every eye in the diner, save for the small foxes were now focused on her. With their combined attention she pointed at the booth once more.

"Does them attacking her and putting a tame collar on her count as nothing wrong?" She shouted to no officer in particular.

Her accusation came with both muffled gasps and the screech of hooves backing away. The hiking of breaths from the table had crossed by her ear, almost sounding guilty as each patron sat. Had she been anywhere near as tall as the other members of the force, she would have gladly cuffed each predator by now.

As she thought to find more to say to the officers who slacked in their duties, the stifled grunt of the wounded gazelle not only caught her attention but that of everyone there.

"T-they did no... such thing officer." Her voice weakened, yet heavily accented.

Judy took a moment to shuffle over her words. She was clearly defending the tigers, but why? There was no reason for her to be afraid, with this many officers, there was no way that the tigers could harm her, barring that they weren't so close now. Still she had to reason with her.

"Then why are you bleeding and wearing a collar?" She asked, concerned that now she may have to help pry the tigers off of her again.

It wasn't that she was afraid of the tigers, but the safety of the gazelle was her utmost priority. If Nick said that's who could help her with the list, then she had better be in one piece when they needed her.

"I...I-i was attacked... in the alleyway." Her breathing was uneven as she recalled the events.

Much to Judy's surprise, the look of concern of the tigers and cheetah only grew. How could they be concerned for her after attacking her? Clearly, something was amiss.

She shook her head, pointing her paw at the predators behind her. "By the tigers, you mean?"

In that instant, the felines in question gave her a sharp look of disgust and disbelief. The cheetah quietly looked back and forth as if to hide himself from whatever fury may come.

"Uhg...W-what?" The gazelle stammered, shaking her head and leaning back. The tiger who had his paw resting on her shoulder leaned out of the way as to not be impaled by her antlers. "No, no, not them."

Again, Judy was surprised by the gazelle's statement. Why was she so protective of them, there had to be something more going on, why else would she be wearing a tame collar?

"Then who-"

Before she could even get her question out, the gazelle winced in pain. She pulled her hoof away from her forehead, bringing a small stain of blood with it. The collar she wore clicked on, causing her to shriek in pain a little more. The table erupted with grunts and sharp inhales of concern, even the llama moved closer in regards to her health.

Judy shuffled forward, eyeing the tigers as she did so. While not keen on the predators, the llama putting himself in harm's way alongside the wounded could very well be a disaster in moments.

'She may be suffering from a concussion.' Judy thought to herself.

There was no other way she could think of having the gazelle adamantly defend the predators who so surrounded her. The wound that she had and the collar that she wore were clear testaments that she was still in danger, and no other cop there was even trying to take their job seriously.

She padded her way until she was a little closer to the gazelle, watching her breathe deeply, and hold her forehead in both frustration and pain. That collar wasn't something that she should have on her, she wasn't a predator.

She clutched her paw. "Let's take you to the clinic and have them remove that collar for good."

Offering the gesture and nodding to the door, Judy hoped that the gazelle would get the clue and make a break for it. If worse came to worst, then she may have to threaten the tigers again. Hopefully she wouldn't have to relegate the other officers for their sloppy work.

The gazelle weakly looked towards the rabbit, panic clear in her golden eyes. She took her unbloodied hoof and reached for the collar, trembling slightly.

"I..I-i can't." She choked, another click resounding.

Judy stopped as she heard this. Was she about to have a panic attack? Was she even aware that she was wearing it? She had to get her out of this mess by any means.

"Why not?" She asked calmly, seeing the gazelle tremble a little less from her tone. She turned to the tigers, eyeing them intently, wondering if they had something to do with it. "Did they-"

She cut herself off as she heard a sharp exhale from the mammal, she tried to breathe deeply, forcing herself to calm as she gathered herself to speak. The amount of worried eyes only grew as she could now see the small fox sitting up and groggily glaring at everyone in the room. As his beady eyes traced across from one mammal to another, he set his eyes on Judy harshly, but towards the gazelle he had a very concerned demeanor.

Slowly, the gazelle lowered her paw, resting it next to the small fox. Judy watched as she sighed and shook her head.

"I can't remove it because I'm legally required to wear it." The gazelle said, turning her attention directly at Judy. Her face soured as she hung her head. "I'd be jailed otherwise."

The restaurant as a whole fell silent as if nobody was there. Judy's eyes grew wider and her ears fell without her even caring to notice. This was something she had never heard of in her life, that a prey mammal would have to wear a tame collar. It wasn't possible, it was a mistake, it had to be. What could a prey mammal have ever done to justify such a sick and twisted perversion of their law?

She felt herself become tense, shaking lightly as she steadied her breath.

"H-h...How?" She stuttered, barely finding the sole word for the question.

The gazelle looked back up to her with a slight smile forming on her muzzle. She had a very warm and welcoming sympathetic glow in her eyes.

"My parents and I were charged under the Predation Clause on all accounts years ago. I'm a lifer for breaking the law with them." Her tone, though heavily accented, sounded far more confident than it had before.

Judy's jaw slowly fell by the second. Either she had heard wrong or needed her ears checked soon.

"Quite a few prey wear them from serious violations," The gazelle continued, pointing to her neck and weakly smiling. "And this is my collar."

Judy's thought battled against one another from this statement. She couldn't accept this as true, it wasn't what she had heard of her entire life. She knew the law, this wasn't part of it, it couldn't be. Could it?

Taken aback by the tiny lingering thought, she shook her head. Her ears stood back up as she sighed. She could argue with the gazelle about law later, but for right now, she had to get the collar off of her, she was clearly delusional.

She turned her gaze to the llama, thankful to have his attention unlike the rest of the officers.

"That can't be right." She protested, pointing to the gazelle sternly and watching the llama's composure drop. "DelCorre, we need to-"

"It's true," He cut her off, pointing towards the gazelle's tame collar and sighing. "I remember my first reaction when I found out."

Her mind went blank. Now a police officer, one of the many uniformed brothers that she shared the same weight of justice with, was saying something so counterintuitive that it may as well be considered sacrilege.

She heard chuckling from above her in the booth.

"Ha, same," The gazelle laughed, waving her free hoof at the tigers and cheetah. "You thought they abducted me."

It was at this moment, that Judy's mind snapped. She was lucky to be a small mammal at that point, for the weight lingering in her mind would have sent many others plummeting to the floor without question.

"Y-you knew about this?" Judy asked the llama, her voice dull and expressionless.

DelCorre chuckled, leaning down and nodding gently. He had a broad smile plastered on his face, though at this distance, Judy could tell it was reserved and as nervous as he was.

"Y-yeah, just a few months back actually," He admitted, scratching the nape of his neck. "It wasn't until I started taking shifts at Precinct Six with my partner Coal over there."

He pointed to a rather large and intimidating black sheep, his uniform loosely fitting over the mass of unshaven wool he had grown. The sheep nodded in response, eyeing the lobby nonchalantly as time went by.

More and more, Judy's mind descended into madness. She had captured nick a few months back, and the gazelle said she's been wearing her collar for years? Her world was unraveling more and more by the second. She had more questions than answers now.

Regaining some semblance of composure, she eyed the feline group menacingly. They were still not out of the water even if that collar was there before this all.

"Then who are those tigers and why did they bring you here?" She demanded to know, wondering endlessly why she was surrounded by predators in the first place.

At first, the gazelle seemed a bit hesitant to respond. She looked around at each of the tigers with both concern and fear. With each of them either shrugging or mumbling something, she took a deep breath and motioned towards them.

"Them?" She asked, giggling lightly and facing Judy. "They're my brothers, and we all work here."

If her mind was broken before, what was left of its fragments were scattered in every direction. The Nocturnal District was some kind of weird world under the city that had somehow masked its twisted nature under the allure of the nightlife and food.

"B-brothers?" She repeated, her eyebrow twitching and her shoulders slouched.

She felt as though something was seriously wrong with being here, something wrong with this mammal who in mere minutes reshaped what she knew. She somberly watched as the gazelle nodded her head and pointed to the tigers behind her.

"That's Mateo," She said, waving her hoof at the tiger wearing the yellow shirt. "Samuel," She pointed to the blue-shirted one next to him who waved back at her. "Daniel," She said with a huff towards the green shirted tiger opposite her grinning widely. "And, Alejandro." She finished, pointing at the tiger wearing red who's gaze never flinched.

A slight giggle came from her again before she spoke. "Or you can just call them Mat, Sam, Dan, and Al like everyone does."

The table began to feel less tense as she looked on. She couldn't believe many of the things that she heard, but far less so could she fathom them being related. Nothing made sense anymore. As she wanted to understand how this could be and question the adoption ethics of the family, the small fox rose to his feet, shaking off whatever soup he still had on him and pointed at her.

"You," He yelled, beeping his collar and locking eyes with the attentive llama officer. "I wanna press charges against that rabbit!"

His voice was impossibly deep for his small frame, but somehow he managed to have his voice sound lower than the chief's ever did. She eyed him carefully, matching his furious glare with her own. At least he had something to answer for.

"Finnick, right?" She questioned, her words seething with anger. "As I recall, you assaulted me."

Upon hearing this, the fox opened his maw and pointed, but no words fell out. He stood there, menacing for his size, but unable to refute the evidence most likely.

"Finnick?" He heard voices call him, from the tigers to the gazelle and even the llama that chastised him with only his name.

Thinking quickly, the small mammal waved both arms at Judy, eyeing everyone he possibly could to get them on his level.

"She aimed at me and I got scared!" He admitted, turning his attention immediately to the cheetah next to him just before the beep returned. "I mean look at Clawhouser!"

Judy watched as the small fox shocked himself, falling to the table again. She couldn't understand why he was so angry and seemed to have only one voice setting, but the cheetah that he pointed to meekly waved and awkwardly stared back at her.

While the few that sat at the table looked onto the fox, mumbling and pleading for him to calm himself, she heard a few of the officers behind her speaking as well. She turned her focus from the booth to the door where a much more familiar fox and possum stood, brightly smiling and waving across the room to her.

"Heya Carrots." Nick greeted, making his way past a few of the officers that seemingly recognized the possum as they knelt down and waved to her.

Knowing that the status of the place was all clear, Judy could understand why they were allowed in. She didn't know, however, how he managed to un-cuff himself and walk across the street.

"How did you get out?" She asked sternly.

Apparently, she would have to rethink having him in cuffs if he was able to so easily escape from them. She thought back to when he had practically begged her to have them removed, but now was questioning if it was all just a ruse.

Approaching her, the fox rubbed the scruff if his neck. "Well..."

He looked down to the possum, who shyly looked back at Judy. She hid behind him without a moments notice, only blinking at the rabbit when she poked her head out. Judy took this as her having something to do with his escape, but as to what, she didn't know. She'd have to press him about it soon, she couldn't just let him get away with endangering them.

Then again, she thought, there wasn't any danger to be had here. She felt her right ear fall as she came to the realization that this was a misunderstanding. How was she going to tell her co-workers, the chief, and Jack now?

"Nicholas, is that you?" She heard the gazelle say, taking the focus away from her and giving her a moment to think.

It didn't even take a second for the fox to lock eyes with the wounded mammal. His beaming smile quickly turned to genuine concern. He walked over to the table, ignoring Judy altogether while the possum trailed behind him.

"Gazelle?" He began, hopping into the seat next to her and looking at her bloodstained hoof and hair. "A-are you okay?"

Gazelle shook her head, feeling as though she made a mistake in doing so.

"Not exactly, no." She replied.

He was about to hop onto the table and have a further look at the wound when he felt a tugging at his side. He knew it wasn't the possum as he could still feel her lightly gripping his tail. He turned his head to see Finnick eyeing him angrily.

"Nick!" He shouted, never once trying to get his voice to tone itself down.

It was then that Nick was suddenly aware of everyone around him. He grinned out of his embarrassment of not having noticed sooner, he was too focused on one mammal to have greeted them properly.

"Hey Clawhouser," Nick greeted, waving at the cat and watching him cheerfully smile. "Finnick," He continued, watching the small fox huff and turn away. "Stripes..." He went on, gaining grunts and head shakes from each of the tigers.

Not able to say much more, Nick turned his attention to the fuming fennec fox. Despite his usually angry demeanor, Nick always knew how to make the small mammal calm down, even if only a little.

"You called the popo on us?" The fox accused, staring daggers at Judy.

Nick, in turn, looked back at the rabbit who only eyed him in response. He chuckled, focusing on Finnick and placing a paw over his chest.

"Fin," He said, faking a pout and acting as if he were wounded. "You know I would never-"

"Save it, Nick," Finnick shouted, a low grumble in his voice and irritating beep on the rise. "That bunny is bad news. I mean look at me! I got soup in my ears."

Even as he said this, the whole table watched the small mammal fall back in shock. Had they never known the fennec, they would have all rushed to help him, but they knew he was always this way.

Judy watched as the few at the table gathered around Nick. Him greeting them all and questioning them a few times while inspecting Gazelle's wound. It was as if he were the centerpiece to them all, but for the life of her, she couldn't understand why the prey mammal looked so comfortable around so many predators.

As she thought over this, one of the deer officers that she had seen loafing around finally walked over to them. He carried a pen and notepad with him, elegantly pacing his way and jotting down several things. His antlers, trimmed to perfection as was required for their line of work. He nodded towards Judy and DelCorre with respect and clacked his hooves together to gain the attention of the table.

"Ma'am, I'm officer Parks," He introduces himself, scribbling notes as he goes on. "Do you need medical attention?"

Though his question is aimed at Gazelle, Nick rolls his eyes. He turns to face him, fully intent on aiding her himself.

"Now you ask that," He says with an air of snark, tilting his head back and facing Gazelle. "Thank you, but no. I'll be helping her."

Judy caught wind of Nick's attempt to enlist himself for medical aid. Had he not listened the first time she said it, that he was no longer legally able to fulfill that role?

"Nick, your license..." She demurred, catching the fox off-guard.

He sighed deeply, knowing full well what she meant. While he was still able to, the law wouldn't see it as professional help, he'd be at a loss if Gazelle said no. Even as he sighed, he looked towards the bleeding mammal who wore the beginnings of a smile.

"No worries officer," Gazelle said, more so to the deer than to Judy. "He's been my vet for years," She went on, smiling warmly at the fox and watching him wag his tail a little. She then tried to rub the wound a to further state the status of her injury. "Besides, it's not that ba-"

Though she tried to play it off as minor, Gazelle ended up bowing her head in pain. The collective gasps of the table covered up the resounding beeps of them all. None of them so much as moved as Judy heard the entire table breathe deeply. Nick, however, turned to the tigers as soon as he could, a low panicked urgency deep in his features.

"You wouldn't happen to have a med kit and ice pack around, would you?" He asked, hopping up to the table and placing his paw on Gazelle's forehead.

Immediately the tigers filed out of their respective booths, practically fighting one another for the opportunity to play fetch for their sister. In the end, Alejandro and Mateo reached the bar and kitchen first.

"Yeah, I'll get the kit it from the back." Alejandro shouted back, opening the door and disappearing inside without a hitch.

The other tiger, took his pace a little slower, looking back at the table questioningly.

"Hey Zel, want frozen peas, or..." His voice trailed off, waiting for her to respond.

With Nick's paw on her forehead, she quizzically looked at the tiger from across the room, not believing what she had just heard. She clicked her hooves against the table as she sighed

"We are a restaurant Mat," She answered sternly, causing the tiger to broadly smile. "That's a health-code violation."

He rubbed the nape of his neck, deep in thought about what he was trying to convey.

"I meant from upstair-" He began, noticing the sharp look Gazelle was giving him. He quickly swallowed the lump in his throat and eased his way into the kitchen. "Ice it is."

With the tigers disappearing, Gazelle sighs. If she hadn't known them, she would have gladly accepted the frozen peas, she could always use them in a recipe later on for dinner. Though mulling over this, she felt a tug at her side. She looked down to see a smiling possum staring wide-eyed at her.

"Little one!" She chuckled, reaching out her hoof to bring the small mammal to her side.

The possum instantly clings to her side, laughing the whole time. She nuzzles herself in the gazelle's embrace.

"Miss Gazelle." She says with a giddy chirp.

Gazelle joined in her laughter. She pat the possum on her head and smiled.

"How are you?" She asked.

Thought Cinnamon only giggled in response, she understood the child easily. Though there was still something that bothered her about her being there. She didn't try to scratch her head to think as Nick continued to apply pressure, but soon, she figured it out.

"Wait... Shouldn't you be in school?" She wondered, the possum squeezing her a little. Knowing that the time was right for her to be there, she shook her head. She wasn't a truant officer, but she knew better. "I'll have to talk to Salt about this."

She heard a soft whimper from Cinnamon, and though she couldn't bear to hear the little girl cry, she was stern and calm. She continued to rub the back of her head to calm her down, still mentally taking a note to tell her uncle.

A sudden cough caught her attention as the deer officer moved closer to the table.

"We still need to write a report on what happened here," He stated, flipping over a new page in his notebook. "Can you tell us who attacked you?"

Gazelle stared at him for a second or two. While she did need medical attention at the moment, she also had other priorities as well to fulfill. She gracefully smiled at him.

"I will, but give me a moment, we need to open shop." She replied as he nodded. She pointed to a booth a little further ahead of them. "We can talk in the corner."

When she said this, she felt a paw reach out and grasp one of her hooves. She turned her head to see Clawhouser abashedly look at her.

"Gazelle," He breathed deeply, barely looking her in the eye. "We can handle it for the day."

Her eyes, full of worry and concern, her mind a haze, she grasped his paw lightly.

"But I-"

"He's right." A gruff voice took her focus. She turned her eyes to see Alejandro set a small red kit with a heart symbol on the table next to her.

The tiger pointed to the officers around him. "Tell them what they need," He then tapped Nick on his shoulder, watching the fox roll his eyes. "Let him patch you up," Lastly, he pointed towards the door to the kitchen. "And head upstairs to rest. We've got it covered."

All eyes on her, she leaned back and sighed. The cheetah got up and walked to the kitchen, nervously eyeing Judy with the fennec fox right on his tail.

"Ugh, fine... Al," She resigned herself to say, waving her hoof dismissively. "But don't be surprised if I come back down if you're too overwhelmed."

She didn't look at the tiger who began to laugh himself.

"Feel free to," He chuckled, making his way back to the kitchen to start the day. "But for now, we'd all feel better if you'd rest."

The tiger disappearing, Gazelle slumped back into her chair. When she caught sight of so many of the other patrons in her restaurant, she couldn't help but smile at them.

"You're all welcome to have breakfast here if you would like." She welcomed, hearing a few hooves clack together and several cheers.

The first one to run to the table, though he was only a meter or so away, was DelCorre. He plastered a cheerful grin and thanked her.

"Sounds good to us." He admitted, pointing to his partner across the way. "Coal and I are almost off duty anyway."

He turned to the deer officer, walking up to him and chatting with him for a moment before taking the pen and paper from him. The deer thanked him and proceeded to walk towards the exit, motioning the other officers and issuing various orders from his senior.

Seeing things go smoothly, the llama turned to Judy to ask her a few questions of his own. "So Lieutenant, where's your car?"

The question came as a bit of a no-brainer to Judy, she hadn't been able to fit her car down here at all. Then again, she knew there were cars stationed outside as they spoke.

"We climbed down." She said flatly.

The llama wore a bemused smirk as he tried to fully understand what she had said. He took the pen and absentmindedly scratched his arm.

"Climbed, huh?" He said, shocked that she had actually done that. "Well... If you need a lift to the elevators, we can take you back after we eat."

'Elevators' Judy thought, turning her fiery gaze to a nervously smiling fox.

She knew there had to be other ways down here, but for the life of her couldn't figure out where they could be. It made sense that some kind of lift would be easier than dropping building material down a hole. Sighing and postponing his scolding for later, Judy shook her head.

"A quick bite wouldn't hurt." She felt her stomach rumble. The elevators would provide her with a quick route up, and food was a plus right now.

She could have sworn she heard Nick cheer, but ignored it completely. She was still upset with him, but at least he wasn't trying to escape, for now.

Her attention turned to the gazelle, she still had a job to do, mishaps and all. She padded up to the table, hopping into the adjacent seat and gaining a grin from the fox. Her eyes locked to Gazelles own, she relaxed a little, knowing that she was okay.

"Would you mind if I asked you a few questions, about a case I'm working on." She asked, causing the larger mammal to blink in disbelief.

The table was silent for a moment or two until Gazelle cheerfully glanced at her. She reached over and grabbed one of the colorful menus that adorned the tables end. After givng it a once over, she looked squarely at Judy.

Putting on as fake of a stern face as she could muster, she made her claim. "Sure, but on two conditions."

Judy nodded. She felt a little guilty about what she put them through. Surely it wasn't something too detrimental for her.

Gazelle traced her eyes over the rabbit, carefully leaning in and making her stance known. "First, please don't aim that weapon at us, we're terrified of that kind of thing."

She had waved her hooves in nearly every direction as a general 'we're' meaning the staff and her friends. Judy herself couldn't help but notice that her saying that meant her herself, something she hadn't even accounted for.

Again she nodded, tapping her paw on the table.

"And second?" She asked before Gazelle would have the chance to chide her.

Surprisingly, Gazelle's features relaxed significantly. She sighed as Nick cracked open the medkit, rummaging through its contents. Though still bleeding a little, she chuckled, sliding the menu over to Judy.

With the most genuine smile and laugh she had heard, Judy watched her gleefully clap her hooves together.

"Welcome to the Cuerñorayas," She said proudly, rolling her r's perfectly. "What would you like to eat?"

Menu in paw and fully knowing that Gazelle was a different mammal than she had expected, Judy smiled back. Even though her mind raced with tons of questions, for now they were all silenced by her grumbling stomach.

"I looked up to you, trembling as I cowered. 'Everything I knew was wrong.'"

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