I scrambled across crates, stacked some on top of each other, and then broke a window near the roof. I climbed out, went down a fire ladder, and jumped out through a fence. I looked up, and saw a large television with Lionheart's ugly mug on it. To those who had the attention span to watch, he rambled and lectured on how instinct should be effectively removed from animalkind, yada yada, immortality, yada yah. I scoffed, shaking my head and walking away. I noticed some of those cops in a building, committing the crime of police brutality, beating a poor jaguar with their stun batons. I didn't want to get involved there, but I noticed an apartment building. Out of curiosity, I walked into the open doors, and up the stairs. A familiar, slightly fat cheetah spotted me, and a look of both awe and dread hit his face. He smiled, and motioned for me to come into his apartment, with some roommates that I didn't recognize.

"Clawhauser, it's been some time. Have you been hitting the gym?" I smoothly remarked. He stared in my direction and flatly said "Oh, the Combine have ordered donut shops closed down years ago… Now I have to eat these, rather poor quality rations…" I gasped, looking out the window. There wasn't a Snarlbucks where it used to be. There was only a drab, concrete spot. I looked around the room, and suddenly recognized a face. It was Gazelle, but she was drained of her spirit and emotion, wearing a glum face. "Clawhauser, how on Earth did you get to live in the same apartment as Gazelle?" He was staring into a TV, and I had to mention his name to get him to look over. I asked again, and he answered with "pure coincidence". I then took a closer look at Clawhauser, and asked him how long it's been. He answered again with "Twenty years…". I looked at myself, noticing I hadn't aged a second since I was put into stasis.

I suddenly heard a door being kicked open, and someone yelling "CIVIL PROTECTION!". I looked out the doorway, and the same police rams from before were asking a weasel some questions. One cop looked in my direction and barked, "There he is!" The others looked over, and all but one pulled their stun batons. The seemingly unarmed cop suddenly pulled a pistol, and opened fire. I was nearly hit as I started to dash to the next floors, before I reached the final floor. I was greeted by a shrew who pointed to a final flight of stairs, and I ran straight up. I opened the door at the top, finding myself on a rooftop, and having to shimmy down a ledge to another rooftop. I managed to dodge all the bullets thrown at me, until I was hit in the shoulder. I sharply yelled a curse, but continued on. I found myself having to jump, into a hole in one other roof. I got a running start, jumped in, but hit the ground quite hard. I blacked out a second after.

When I came to, a bunny with silver fur and purple eyes, dressed in a small leather jacket, and a T-shirt with a very familiar logo on it helped me up, and ordered me to follow her. She quickly grabbed me by the wrist, and pulled me onto an elevator with her before you could say "Carrots on a stick!" We introduced each other, her name was Judy Hopps, she mentioned that she was 21. I stopped myself from calling her cute, because I knew bunnies didn't like being called so. Twenty seconds later, the elevator reached the basement, and we stepped out.