NOTE: Here is the 3rd chapter. Poor Sunil. Can't blame him for being so jumpy is he sees ghosts almost all the time. Don't you just wanna hug him? Anyways, in this chapter, Sunil shares his secret with Blythe.

"Welcome to my life"
A young hamster was whimpering all alone in a dark cage
"This is my story"
The hamster was being electrocuted
"It is a sad tale"
Surgical gloves were being strapped on a hand
"A tale of loneliness"
A scalpel was lifted up
"Of despair"
The scalpel slowly cut into the hamster
"Of pain"
A deformed fetus in a jar appeared
"I had no friends."
Blood splashed on a curtain
"No one to love me."
The hamster was thrown against a wall
"Nothing but torture"
The hamster was choked
"My name is Kim Campbell"
A big, bloody "IW" appeared
"Sunil Nevla, you are the key."
A big, bloody "1972" appeared
"The code is left 9, right 76, left 21, right 43."
Kim's distressed face appeared
"Set me free, Sunil..."

Sunil's eyes slowly opened and he noticed he was in a bright, white and sanitary place. The vet. He let out a loud yawn and turned to his right to see Blythe staring at him, "You okay, Sunil?"

Sunil rubbed his eyes, "Define okay."

Blythe patted the blue mongoose on his head and scratched behind his ears, "You came in knocked out. The vet said you must've breathed in knockout gas. What happened?"

Sunil drew a heavy sigh, "Vinnie, Penny and I took the dumbwaiter down to the basement."

"Why?" Blythe asked.

Sunil closed his eyes, "You know how you can talk to animals?" Blythe nodded as the mongoose continued, "I've only told this to Vinnie and Penny but...there's something only I can talk to as well."

"What do you mean?" Blythe asked, sitting down next to Sunil and looking into his soft, gold eyes.

"I can see dead things. Mostly pets but sometimes people too. I can talk with them, too..." Sunil explained.

"What does this have to do with knockout gas?" Blythe asked.

Sunil closed his eyes, "It's a long story and you probably wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

"Try me." Blythe replied, crossing her arms.

And so, Sunil told Blythe everything from the nightmares to finding the safe. When he finish, he looked at her with big, sad eyes, "Do you believe me?"

Blythe smiled and chuckled, "If I can talk to animals, of course I believe you. I'd be a hypocrite if I said I didn't."

Sunil breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Blythe. I knew I could count on you. So, is everyone waiting for me?"

Blythe nodded, "Pepper is with me. She actually seemed rather upset that you were unconcious."

Sunil blinked, "Really? Pepper? Worried about me?"

Blythe nodded, "You stay here, I'll go get her."

Sunil let out a sigh, thinking about the dream he just had before his talk with Blythe. Kim had given him a couple clues, the initials "IW" and the number "1972". Perhaps 1972 was the year of the hamster's death and IW was the initials of the owner. Sunil suddenly remembered Kim gave him a lock combination in the dream but he couldn't remember it for the life of him. The blue mongoose blinked back a few tears at what Kim said in the dream. She lived a life of complete isolation and torture with no contact to the outside world and that just broke his little heart to pieces. Now more than ever, he'd try to help that poor, lost soul find peace.

Blythe entered the room with Pepper in her arms and the skunk hopped out of Blythe's arms and ran up to the mongoose, "Are you all right, Sunil? Look, I'm sorry that I insulted you back there, that was just awful of me."

Sunil couldn't help but smile, "I only breathed in knockout gas, Pepper. I'm not going to die or anything. Besides, that's all water under the bridge. Your insults are the least of my concerns now."

Pepper breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good to hear." There was a long, awkward pause and Pepper cleared her throat, "You um...know how I tease you all the time?"

"Yes?" Sunil raised an eyebrow.

"Well..." Pepper bit her lip, "Sometimes people tease each other because um well...they are good friends. Am I right?"

Sunil rubbed his chin in deep thought, "I...guess so."

"So, are you my good friend?" Pepper asked, feeling herself blush a little.

Sunil smiled, "Of course, you're my friend, Pepper. Everyone's my friend at the pet shop. We've all been together so long, we're almost like a family."

Blythe smiled, "Sunil's right, Pepper. We are like a family, we're always looking out for one another. No matter what happens, we're all in this together."

Sunil felt a lump in his throat as he squeezed his own tail. Now he felt really guilty not sharing his secret with Russell, Pepper and Minka. The mongoose suddenly blurted out, "IW. 1972."

"What?" Blythe asked.

"1972, IW." Sunil repeated, "I saw it in my dream, I guess it's a year and someone's initials."

Blythe nodded, "All right. Youngmee is usually at the library this time of day, she can always look at the history of the land there. I'll call her, okay, Sunil?"

Sunil nodded as Blythe dialed Youngmee on her cellphone and spoke into it, "Hello? Youngmee, I have a favor to ask of you."

Youngmee smiled on the other end, "Oh, hello Blythe. What can I do for you?"

"I need you to talk with the historian at the library. There's a rumor something went on at the Littlest Pet Shop back in 1972. Maybe the pet shop wasn't even built then but something happened back in 1972 where it now stands. Also, I have some initials for you: IW. I'm pretty sure they're connected with the year somehow." Blythe spoke into the phone.

Youngmee nodded on the other end, "Got it, I'll see what I can find and call you back. Okay, Blythe?"

"All right, thanks Youngmee. Bye." Blythe responded.

"Bye." Youngmee replied and they both hung up their phones.

Blythe turned and smiled at Sunil, "Looks like Youngmee is here to help us."

Sunil smiled, "That's good. So now that I have told you the story, what are you going to do?"

Blythe sighed, "I know it sounds like a dirty job but I'm going to have to open that safe. If the safe does carry a dead body, she'll deserve a proper burial."

Sunil looked at her with big, sad eyes, "May I please come along?"

Blythe sighed, "Sorry Sunil, but you should probably stay here. I don't want you getting hurt in the basement again."

Sunil sighed, "All right, I guess I just need to take a break from all this crazy stuff."

Pepper rolled her eyes, "You know, Sunil, maybe they should serve you at KFC."

Sunil raised his eyebrow, "Why would you say that, Pepper?"

Pepper snickered, "Because...you're chicken!"

Sunil glared at Pepper, "You know, I feel sorry for you. You think everything is a joke, Pepper. I think you still have a lot to learn."

Pepper smirked, "Like I said, Sunil. You should learn to laugh at yourself once in a while. You worry way too much, why don't you smile for me?"

Sunil sighed and made a pouty face, "Like this?"

Pepper chuckled, "Come on, Sunil. You can do better than that. Think about that chocolate pudding joke Vinnie told you last week."

Sunil thought about the joke and a smile began to grow on his face, "You're right, that was a pretty funny joke."

Pepper grinned, "See? I knew you could smile! Anyway, try to get some rest. I need you to be in tip top shape for when I fill your bed with ants!"

Sunil rolled his eyes and chuckled a bit, "Thank you so very much for keeping me on my toes."

Pepper simply shrugged, "No prob. I wouldn't wanna kick you when you're down."

And with that, Blythe and Pepper left while Sunil breathed a heavy sigh. So many things were going through the mongoose's mind. Who murdered Kim? What else happened back in 1972? Did Pepper have a secret crush on him and pick on him as a sign of affection? And what about the others? What would happen if they found out his secret? He thought deeply about all this. Russell, Minka, Zoe...how would they treat him if they found out he saw ghosts? Pity him? Laugh at him? Try to make money off of him? A ghostly chill filled the air and a shadow darted past the mongoose's peripheral vision. Sunil whimpered gently to himself as he hugged himself tightly for warmth and comfort. It was the only thing he could do from falling to pieces.