Yakko slowly opened his eyes, and the pain hit him harder than a brick. It took him a moment to realize where he was; even longer to figure out if he was alive or not. He tried to pinpoint where it hurt the most, but he decided it was a futile task. His whole body ached. He tried to sit up, but let out a small yelp and fell back down. He'd found out where it hurt the most. His leg from the knee down was folded under him; the snow had broken his fall, but it had also broken his bones. He grabbed his upper leg and braced himself, pulling it towards his chest. He reached over and gently straightened the broken part with one hand and laid it back down in the snow. Staring blankly up at the sky, a thought slowly formed in his head. He was a toon, how in the world was his leg broken? The sound of footsteps crunching in the snow met his ears, and he lifted his head to see a hooded stranger accompanied by a large tiger-looking toon walking towards him.

Back on top of the gorge, Dot was still sitting at the edge. She'd stopped crying, but hadn't said anything for the past half-hour. Wakko was talking to Scratchansniff.

'It felt so real,' Wakko said. 'It was as if I fell I actually wouldn't have made it out alive.'

'I think we've all been feeling that vay lately,' Scratchy agreed, looking over to Dot. 'There's something very wrong vith all of this.'

'It's like somebody's messing with reality,' said Wakko.

'At least with ours,' Dot said softly. It was the first thing she'd said in a while, and her throat felt dry. She'd felt the change, just as Yakko had, and Wakko. They'd talked about it the night before in the water tower. If not for that feeling, they wouldn't have worried about Pinky and Brain falling into the gorge, the two of them would've just climbed back out again unscathed. Now it was obvious to her that they weren't going to, and neither was Yakko.

Wakko crawled over and sat down beside her. He looked down to the bottom of the gorge, and instantly wished he hadn't. His older brother was lying motionless at the bottom. He snapped his head back up as a tear escaped his eye. He took off his hat and started wringing it in his hands. Scratchy joined them.

'Look,' he said, and pointed downwards.

'We know, he's dead,' Dot said, suddenly angry.

'No, look,' Scratchy insisted. Wakko looked into the gorge, and scrambled onto all fours.

'Dot, look!' He said, pointing. Wakko convinced her. She looked down. She jumped onto all fours just as Wakko did, and started wagging her tail. Yakko was trying to sit up. He was alive! She watched as he pulled his leg out from under himself, it must have gotten broken.

'We have to get down there!' she said excitedly.

'There's a section over there that isn't as steep,' Scratchy said. Wakko and Dot leapt to their feet and started pushing him in the direction he had indicated.

Scratchy, Dot and Wakko reached the bottom of the Lateman's Gorge without much difficulty. It started to snow as they walked back to where Yakko had fallen, the small white flakes sparkling in the light from the setting sun. They reached the spot in record time, now that they were travelling on flatter ground, but once they got there, they found nothing. Yakko was gone. The entire area was covered in snowy footprints, and they could plainly see the spot that Yakko had landed, but he wasn't there. Only a couple drops of blood and the eldest Warner's right glove remained. Wakko picked up the glove and held it close to his chest.

'What happened?' Dot asked. 'Where did he go?'

'I-I don't know,' said Scratchy, just as astonished. They walked on in the feeble hope that Yakko had gotten up and somehow walked away, but they eventually ended up returning to the same spot.

'Dr. Scratchansniff?'

'Yes, Wakko?'

'I didn't say anything,' Wakko said. Scratchy looked around for the source of the voice. It couldn't have been Dot.

'Scratchansniff, is that you? Narf.'

'Pinky?' Scratchy, Dot and Wakko said in unison.