"YOW!"
Shaggy woke up abruptly in the hotel room, his teeth clamped tightly around his finger. In his dream, it had been a chipolata sausage…
Sucking his bruised finger, Shaggy glanced over to see if he'd woken Scooby up. No, Scooby was still snoring next to him.
He glanced over to see if he'd woken Fred up.
Fred wasn't there.
A cold chill ran through Shaggy. He sat up quickly, looking round the room. As he looked back at the bed, he noticed that Fred's shoes were gone, and the door was slightly ajar, whereas it'd been closed before they went to sleep. Fred's jacket had been hanging over the back of a chair next to the bed. It was gone too.
Shaggy leaned over and woke Scooby up.
"Rot ris rit, Raggy? Rere's Reddy?"
"Like, I was hoping you'd know, Scoob… See if you can pick up his scent."
Scooby put his nose down onto the floor and sniffed. It was no use; the thick carpet didn't keep the scent very well.
"Rothing."
"Like, maybe he went next door? But, like, if he did, why'd he take his jacket?"
The two opened the door properly and walked to the next room. Shaggy knocked lightly on the door, but there was no response. He tried the handle. It was open.
He swung the door open and walked in.
A/N: Sorry, this is a short one! I originally wrote most of my stories to publish on my own website, but I never got round to it, so some of the chapters are short (they would have been all on one page instead of being chapters). Keep reading, it gets better (I'm told). Jazzola