Being home was at least the best thing at night for Remy when he was exhausted from cooking so he can relax, and sleep deeply into his dreams. He wanted to rest, and think about what Gusteau said about his feelings for Alfredo. He hoped that eventually he would discover some form of communication between him and a human but it would have to wait for awhile. His optimistic expression spread as he looked at the bed next to his small bed where Colette and Alfredo held each other in their arms while sleeping deeply into the night. Remy then turned to the window once again, and stared at the entire view of Paris, his home, the place in which his heart belonged in. But he still wanted to share his heart with Alfredo. If only I was human, he thought.
His thought, however, drifted him into slumber, his eyes sealed, while breathing deeply. Remy then found himself in a kitchen, lights brightly shining, that was stinging his eyes. He watched the entire kitchen surrounding him like a twirling whirlwind in his head. What's happening to me? Remy wondered. He then smelled something strong, almost like that of death. Remy's mind was then replaced with that of fear as the smell led him closer, until he found a body on the floor. It was recognizable, for it was a redheaded young man with a pan held in his hand. His chest was moving slowly, and he was gasping for air. Blood was streaming down his chest, and Remy noticed a chef's knife held clean in his chest.
"Oh my god, Linguini!" he cried. Then all Linguini could hear was a series of squeaking.
Immediately, Remy scurried over to him, running up his chest. "Little…chef," Linguini whispered. "I'm sorry."
"If only you could hear my real words, but you have no need to be sorry," said Remy.
"I…I know you're trying to say something but I can't hear…" said Linguini, shivering.
Remy lifted up the knife, which gave his arms a sharp pain, as he lifted the knife out of his friend's chest, and threw it out across the room, blood trailing with it. At any attempt, the little chef wished for his good friend to survive the wound. He then started licking his chest to clean off the bloody mess. Rats are naturally known as pests and filthy as most say, but Remy was normally clean, but he decided to clean Linguini because he of course, loved him, though Linguini didn't know it. Alfredo's chest continues to bleed slowly, as Remy battled to clean him good.
Remy then stared in the dying man's eyes, and said, "I'm going to find some help. You stay right here, and don't leave me behind, please."
Alfredo gave a confused expression, and said, "I can't tell what you're saying, but I understand you're trying to help me…I won't go anywhere…little chef."
Remy gave a doleful nod, and scurried down Linguini's dying body, and across the floor, as quickly as possible to find Colette or at least someone who would be able to call emergency or someone who can help him save him. The feeling kept getting worse by the moment, Remy's heart began to pound, for the smell of the blood was strong, but there was something else he scented that was powerfully deadly and strong, the fear for his own life.
Remy then heard footsteps coming closer to him. "Who's there?" he called.
He turned around to find a man, about half as tall as Linguini and Colette, standing with a knife in his hand. As Remy turned to run, the man threw the knife out, landing on Remy's tail, stopping him with a sharpened pain. Remy couldn't move, for all he knew that part of his tail would then be missing if he dared moved.
Frightened, he looked up at the menace. "Skinner?"
"Little pest, what is it like losing your friend, your master chef? Oh that's' right, you're his master, I forget."
"You…bastard," muttered Remy under in breath.
"Squeak all you want, rodent, but your days are over and so are your friends," Skinner said in an eerie voice.
"You keep away from Linguini!" yelled Remy.
"Stop squeaking for once!" Skinner shouted. "I can't tell why you do this, are you literally mocking me or something? Or am I too stupid to know?"
"As a matter of fact, you are," said Remy.
"You're about to face your last breath, pest."
"Kill me if you want, but keep away from Linguini. He did nothing to deserve his last moments. I love him."
This gave Remy the chance to think two things that were on his mind-love and death.
Skinner then took the knife from Remy's tail, and grabbed the rat immediately before he could possibly escape and held him in his hand. He then held the knife closer to Remy's back, and gave a quick small stab. Remy then screamed, and was breathing heavily while staring heavily and angrily at Skinner.
"You bastard!" yelled Remy. "You bastard!"
Skinner then held the knife above Remy's chest, and then pierced it to his death. Remy felt himself numb, and the next thing he knew, he woke up from his haunted nightmare.