Jeanette stomped back up the stairs, fur bristled with anger. Then, all at once, realization struck her. "What...have I done?" She had no time for her feelings, though, because the doorbell rang yet again. "Alright, Jeanette," she commanded herself, "Pull yourself together!" She managed to hide her emotions as she opened the door. A burly man wearing an official-looking suit looked down at her and asked, "Where is she?" "Upstairs. Follow me," said the purple-clad chipette, her voice wavering. She could barely fight back her tears as she scurried up the stairs into Brittany's room. "Alright, ma'am," the man said, "We'll take it from here." Three other men followed them in, all four wearing rubber gloves, and they ever-so-gently laid the pink-clad chipette on a stretcher. They whisked her away to the hospital.
Jeanette rushed into her room, threw herself on her bed, and cried, "Oh, Simon! What have I done to you? I'm a monster! And poor Brittany! I should've tried harder to protect you!" After a minute of sobbing, she cried out, "EVERYTHING IS ALL MY FAULT!"
Eleanor finally left Brittany's room, her eyes still wide. She hopped down the stairs, and sat by Alvin, who was still sniffling. "Hey, Alvin." "Hey," he replied, wiping his eyes. Eleanor's eyes returned to their normal state as she suddenly cried out, "Brittany can't be in the hospital! It doesn't make any sense!" She couldn't believe this was happening to her. "I know!" Alvin once again began to cry.
Meanwhile…
"Yuuummm!" Theodore shouted with glee as he finished breakfast, "I should cook more often!" He got an idea. "Hey, I should go cook with Eleanor! Yaaay!" He ran to the front door. BANG! The cute chipmunk screamed. "Oh, right...the storm..." He sighed, and plopped down on the couch. "Rain, rain, go away, come again another day..." Then he thought of something. "You know what? I'll go visit her anyway!" he declared to himself. He went outside and started running while screaming in horror. He made it to their porch.
"Th-that wasn't s-so bad," he said, shivering. He was completely drenched from head to toe. He decided to let himself in. "Ellie won't mind," he said to himself as he opened the door. He gasped. Alvin and Eleanor were hugging each other, sobbing in each other's arms. His mouth hung open. "I never even got to tell her I loved her..." he said in a hushed voice. Tears started forming at the corners of his eyes. "Ellie, how could you?" Alvin and Eleanor looked up. Eleanor gasped. Theodore started to run away. "Wait, Theo! It isn't like that! Come back!" Eleanor called after him. But it was too late.