Chapter 7
Balto led the trio to a beached fishing boat.
"What is this? The Fortress of Solitude?" Rhino asked.
"What is the Fortress of Solitude?" Balto asked, puzzled.
"Well its…"
"Rhino." Bolt said in a warning tone. "Let's not mess even more with the space-time continuum."
Rhino shrugged. "Stuff you need to know."
Bolt resumed. "I was…near your monument of all things. And…there was a broken bottle on the ground. I touched it and…I was sent here."
Balto nodded slowly. "This is crazy."
Bolt nodded. "Yeah, I'll give you that. But…all the sudden I was there, chasing after some gray dog."
Balto held up his paw. "A gray dog? Dusty?"
"Is that her name?."
Balto scratched his head.
"But that couldn't have been Seamus. Then he was innocent."
Bolt shook his head. "No he wasn't. He confessed. But…what if there are two?"
"Two Butchers?" Balto chuckled. "That's trouble."
Bolt's eyes widened. "That means if there are two…the other one is in 2009."
"What?"
"He's in my time! He's loose killing things in my time!"
Balto frowned. "This is getting complicated."
Bolt sighed. "Imagine what that dog could do to Penny."
Mittens cleared her throat. The two dogs looked at her.
"Actually Penny went missing shortly after you did."
Bolt sat down on the deck. "She's here."
Balto sighed. There was a noise below decks. A white goose came to the deck.
"Alvays vaking me up! Eh…who is friend?"
Balto gestured to Bolt. "Boris, Bolt. Bolt, Boris. He's the Butcher of Nome."
Bolt nodded. "I kill people."
Boris's eyes widened. He fell back and fainted.
"That should keep him out of our hair for a while. Now who's Penny?"
"She's my person."
Balto chuckled. "YOU have a person?"
"Yeah. Why?"
Balto shrugged. "You never struck me as a people person."
"Well I believe I 'struck' you as a serial killer." Bolt replied. "Penny is somewhere in the town of Nome. We need to find her."