AN: Okay so first chapter went alright. Now let's start the second. Anybody know when the next episodes of Paw Patrol are gonna comeback?

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol

Needless to say, every pup but Marshall had their jaw drop upon hearing that this Travis character was Marshall's original owner. Even Ryder was shocked to learn that his pup's real owner was not only alive, but here. For a long time there was silence as a nervous Marshall and Travis continued to hold on to each other, staring at the others with small smiles.

"Wait a minute! Original owner?! I thought Ryder was your owner, Marshall?!" asked Rubble, speaking for behalf of those who were confused.

"It's… well it's kind of a long story," said Marshall, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I thought you said your owner died in that fire on the ship? We checked the survivor records and everything," said Chase, walking over as he eyed Travis with suspicion. "Why hasn't he come forward until now after all these years?"

This made Marshall turn his head in confusion towards Travis. "That's true. Me, Chase, and Ryder all checked the news but you're name or your parents didn't come up. I thought you were dead." He whimpered as a few tears came out. "If… if you really were alive… why didn't you come find me?"

Travis bit his lip and hugged Marshall. "I'm sorry, Marshall. Some of the rescue boats took us to different ports. It caused a huge mix up on who was alive or dead when they finally did all the paper work. I did search for you, but you're name came up on the deceased list. When I saw that I…" Travis buried his head into Marshall's shoulder and began to weep. Marshall, seeing this, quickly went to work comforting his owner by licking his cheeks. The others were moved by this to the point where Rubble and Skye were misting up. "I'm sorry. When I saw your name there I felt like I lost my best friend in the whole world. I was shattered and… it took me a long time to move on."

He lowered Marshall to the ground and smiled. "But then I heard rumors of a dog rescue team with a fire pup named Marshall. I didn't believe it at first, but when I saw a picture of you and your team in the papers I recognized you at once. And here I am."

"Travis…" whispered Marshall with a smile as he nuzzled his owner's hand. "I'm… I'm not even sure what to say. Seeing you here… alive… it's… it's the greatest thing ever!"

"Well, how about telling us the whole story behind you guys!" said Skye. "I wanna know more about Marshall's past!"

"Me two!" said Zuma.

"And me!" said Rubble, before his tummy started growling. "Um, while we have lunch?"

Everyone laughed as Travis took out his phone. "How about I order pizza? It's on me."

"You don't have to do that," said Ryder, raising his hand.

Travis shook his head and smiled at the kid. "Sorry, but I have to. You took care of my pup for two years, Ryder. I owe you a lot, and paying for pizza is the least I can do."

Ryder looked ready to say something, but stop himself and smiled. "Okay, Travis. You win. Who wants what on their pizza?"

All the pups started shouting at once with excitement.

After eight boxes of pizza arrived, the gang spread out in the living room to hear the tale of Marshall and his owner. That said pup was eating his sausage and cheese pizza with Travis who was finishing a drink of cola. "So where do you want us to start?"

"How about your life back at the city?" asked Zuma, eating the crust of a pepperoni and chicken pizza. "I've never been even near one."

"New York City is where I'm from, as is Marshall," said Travis, scratching the pup's ear. "I got him when I was in middle school. We were the best of friends, and we did everything together."

"Travis's dad is a firefighter," said Marshall, puff his chest out. "It was him who talk me most of the basics of being a fire fighter. That's how I was able to easily adapt to Ryder's training." He then turned to Travis with a smile. "How are Mr. and Mrs. Langston?"

"Mom and Dad are doing great, Marshall. We can give them a call later. I'm sure they'll be happy to see you," said Travis as his smile increased.

"That's great! I haven't seen them since… well the trip…" muttered Marshall, whimpering. "I hope they're not angry at me for not trying to get in contact with them… I thought they died in the accident too."

"It's okay, Marshall," said Travis scratching his ear. "I'm sure they'll understand."

While Marshall continued to ask how Travis's parents were doing, Rocky took this chance to turn to Chase and asked. "Hey, Chase? Why didn't you, Marshall, or Ryder tell us that Marshall had a previous owner?"

"He didn't like to talk about it that much," answered Chase, solemnly. "When he lost them and started living with us… it was like looking at a pup that lost the will to live."

"Marshall? No way, I can't imagine that," said Rocky, shaking his head.

"Knowing the Marshall today, sure it may seem impossible. But if you saw him two years ago…" Chase bit his lip. "It's kind of weird to hear this, you know?"

"How so?" asked Rocky, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, Ryder pretty much took all of us in from shelters or orphanages," explained Chase as he turned to Marshall who was beaming brighter than ever. "But Marshall? He had a life before Paw Patrol. It just kind of makes you feel… you know, awkward?"

"I guess, but look how happy he is," pointed out Rocky. "I mean, Marshall is always happy. But this is another side of him I've never seen before. I guess you can't blame him after all these years thinking his owner was dead."

"Yeah…" muttered Chase. So why do I feel so worried?

Marshall finished giggling from something Travis had said before he turned back to the pups. "Oh, right. The trip. Well, Travis's Mom won a cruise trip for the family during one of her Bingo nights."

"First and only time she's ever won from those games," commented Travis, rolling his eyes.

"You went on a cruise? Was it awesome?" asked Rubble, eyes widening.

Travis and Marshall looked at each other with pain in their eyes and shook their heads. "No, Rubble… it was a nightmare…"

(Two years ago)

Marshall cursed having a small bladder as he rushed through the halls of the cruise ship late at night. He had tried to wake his owner to let him know he needed the bathroom, but Travis was too out of it from last night's rave party. Skittering to a halt between two hallways, Marshall crossed his hind legs and whimpered. If I don't find some place to go I'm going to explode! Why did I drink that orange juice before going to bed! Ugh!

He then noticed one of the signs to the left hallway read "Jungle Golf Course". Where there is a jungle there are trees! That's good enough for me!

With his bladder pushing him to the limits, Marshall rushed down the halls until he made it to a large double doors that had the golf sign over it. With luck, it wasn't closed yet and he tiptoed in to find it mostly abandoned and dark. Looks like it's just closing. I better hurry. Sniffing around, Marshall eventually found a good tree to use and sighed in relief as he began to do his business.

However, his privacy was soon interrupted when a large explosion echoed across the entire ship and shook it so hard that Marshall fell off his own paws, rolled down a golf course, and landed in a sand pit. Spitting sad out of his mouth, he groaned, "Well, that was a bogey. Woooaahhh!"

A few more explosion and rumbling caused Marshall to roll around again as he struggled to find a way to stay still. He eventually rolled over to another course where he grabbed a flag in its hole and managed to stay still. Just as he regained his balance, an announcement echoed across the entire ship. "Attention all passengers! This is an emergency! The ship's engine has exploded and the ship is on fire! All personal are to escort passengers to the life boats and make for shore! Women and children first! All passengers please head to the top of the ship in an calm and orderly fashion! This is not a drill! Repeat! This is not a drill!"

Marshall gasped as the message continued to record over and over again, screams were now heard from the halls as well as passengers trampling to get to safety. "Travis!" shouted Marshall as he rushed towards the door, despite the shaking. He had to find his owner. He had to make sure he was safe.

Marshall opened the door and immediately found himself being carried away by a panicking crowd. "Hey! Wait! Stop! I need to-Woah!"

Despite his best efforts, the crowd carried Marshall further and further away from the direction he came from. Travis! Help!

"Marshall?! Marshall?!" shouted Travis as he looked everywhere in his room. All the furniture had been taken apart piece by piece in an effort to find him. The worried fifteen-year-old began to fear the worst as he opened the door to his family's room. He watched the other passengers rush towards the nearby stairs in a hurry. "Marshall!"

"Travis!" shouted his father, who rushed in wearing his coat and handing him a life jacket. "Take this and head upstairs with your Mother! I'm going to see if there is anything I can do to help!"

"I can't leave, Dad! Marshall's missing! What if he's hurt or lost?!" shouted Travis who looked ready to bolt and search the entire ship if need be.

His father grabbed his arm and stopped him. "Don't be a fool! I know you want to find Marshall, so do I! But I can search in a fire zone better then you can. Marshall might already be up waiting for us on the dock! He's a smart pup! So take your mother and go! That's an order!"

Travis bit his lip and cursed before turning to his mother who walked over to his side. "Dear, I'm sure Marshall's fine. But right now we need to get to safety…"

Travis closed his eyes and reluctantly nodded. "Okay… but find him, Dad. Please!"

"I'll do my best," said Travis's father before he rushed out the door and down the opposite end everyone was heading towards.

Travis took a deep breath and grab his mother's hand before they followed the crowd to the top floor. Marshall, please be safe!