Four slow days passed as Skylar was in the hospital. Carmelita, Bentley, and Silvester paid daily visits to her, bringing ice cream, her favorite foods, and visiting with her. Carmelita was the one who spent the time with her the most often, taking off duty for a little while. She hated doing this, but her chief insisted she would be paid for the time she was taking.

Skylar's nose was nowhere healed, but after surgery she felt much better. Before her discharge from the hospital, her plastic surgeon that worked on putting her nose back together wrapped a cast to hold the bones in place. When he and his nurse finished, he held a small mirror for Skylar to see. She got to choose the color of her cast, which she chose blue. She looked into the small mirror and cried when she saw her face.

"I look stupid." She sobbed. Her voice sounded congested now since she could not breathe out her nose too well.

Carmelita stroked her hair. "Oh, honey. It's not that bad. Before you know it you'll have that thing off."

"I can't go to school looking like this." Skylar handed the doctor back his mirror. "It looks like a weird growth."

"You're suspended anyway." Silvester laughed, sitting on a couch underneath a window.

Skylar glared at him. "Yeah, but just for a day. Kennedy got it worse."

"Only because she broke your nose." He continued to tease. "Luckily for you mom is a cop so you got the 'defending yourself' defense against her."

"That does NOT mean either of you need to be fighting." Carmelita sternly warned. "The only time you should EVER fight is to defend yourself."

"Did Bentley ever find our father?" Skylar changed the subject. "Is he going to come back?"

Just as she asked this, Bentley wheeled in through the door. "Hey everyone." He handed Skylar a to-go bag from a local fast food restaurant.

"Uncle B!" Skylar smiled. "Thanks for bringing me something to eat." She dug inside the back and grabbed the box of chicken nuggets inside and proceeded to eat them. "I was actually just asking mom if you managed to track down our dad yet."

"Actually, yes." Bentley hesitantly stated. "I'm a bit nervous about it to be honest, but I met with Penelope. I actually agree with you Carmelita, I think she's telling the truth. She showed me her time machine and even how she managed to track down Sly."

"So when are we going to go see him?" Silvester jumped up from the couch. "I'm ready to go now."

Bentley laughed. "Well slow down there, Silver." He turned over to Carmelita, who was still stroking Skylar's curly black hair. "Carmelita, he is in Egypt. The only thing is, I think there is more going on than we realize."

Carmelita stopped stroking and stood up straight. "What do you mean?"

Bentley scratched the back of his head. "Well, I'm not exactly sure. The thing is I think it's best if everyone goes if you know what I mean." He eyed Skylar and looked back at Carmelita. "I just-"

"Absolutely not." Carmelita interrupted. "Sorry, Bentley, but I am not going to risk my children getting hurt, or even killed."

Bentley frowned. "I knew you'd say that." He pressed a button on his wheelchair, pulling his computer out. He pulled up some files and showed them to Carmelita. "Look, you and I can't go alone, not even with Murray included. If Penelope is right, Sly is most likely somewhere we cannot reach. Skylar can, she can squeeze herself into tight spots and climb like her father can."

Carmelita thought for a moment. She knew Bentley was right, but she felt very uncomfortable letting her kids go.

"I'll make sure they're safe." Bentley explained. "I'll install SOS tracking onto them. If either of them get in trouble, all they'll have to do is press a button and I can track them right away. Besides, they won't go far at all. I won't let that happen."

Carmelita stood in silence and continued to think.

Bentley continued to explain. "I'll go find Murray. I know he will come back and help us find Sly. He will be able to help defend them too."

Carmelita still was not convinced, but she trusted Bentley. She looked at both of her children, who clearly wanted to go with Bentley. With all hesitation, Carmelita agreed. "Fine. But if any of them get even a slight little scratch, it's YOUR ass, Bentley." She threatened.

Bentley backed away slightly. "Okay, good. We can't really go anywhere if Skylar is still in here, though. We will have to wait until she gets out, which is tomorrow, right?"

"Actually today." Skylar smiled.

"Well, that's good. Either way, I'll have to track down Murray. In the meantime, whenever you guys are ready, go see Penelope and she will get the whole plan sorted out…hopefully." Bentley closed his eyes. "I don't exactly trust her, but her explanation just couldn't have been a lie you know."

Bentley wheeled into a corner and typed on his computer for a while. He already had a feeling he knew where Murray was, but due to the lack of responses Bentley wanted to respect his friend. He managed to locate Murray at a wrestling center. Strangely enough, it was wrestling therapy. Bentley figured this was Murray's way of trying to sort out his emotions about Sly disappearing, similar to when he walked the Earth with his Guru. "I'll meet you guys at my place tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Carmelita turned pale. "What about her nose?"

Bentley sighed. "Well, I do want to wait, but with what we discovered, Sly might be in big trouble." He pushed his glasses back. "Do you want him back, or not?"

Carmelita was taken back at this. She thought it was much too soon for any of her children to perform a job this big. Still, it had to be done, with or without Skylar's perfect nose. Besides, nothing was really wrong with Skylar, her nose was just messed up. "Okay." She quietly answered with no confidence. "We will go to your place tomorrow."

"Perfect!" Bentley cherred. "I'll go get Murray. In the meantime, Skylar, heal up that nose and take it easy."

Skylar's smile grew really wide. She was honored Bentley required HER assistance with finding their father. She plotted in her head all what she might need to do. Despite her not practicing for a few days, Skylar felt she was still strong enough to climb around and squeeze into tight spots. It wasn't like it was going to be super dangerous. "I will, uncle B."

Bentley straightened his hat and wheeled out of the room, on a mission to locate his missing best friend.

A few hours later…

Bentley wheeled for a good while from his bus stop before spotting a huge arena. The arena stood as tall as a four story building and was bright red. Spotlights surrounded the building along with other lights around the pathways. He could hear thumping loud rock music playing, making his chair vibrate. "I guess this is the place." He murmured to himself.

Bentley wheeled along a short path, avoiding the sticks and soda cans that littered the path. The building was obviously not well kept, with the landscaping appearing to not be mowed in a while and the pathway covered in litter and overgrown grass. One would think this building wasn't habited, but the spotlights and loud music roaring clearly stated otherwise. He wheeled up to a small window with an armadillo sitting in it, clearly asleep. "Excuse me?" Bentley tapped on the glass to wake him up.

"Huh, wha?" The armadillo quickly perked up, looking for the intruder. He was wearing a security guard uniform and was in front of a monitor that had different angles of security cameras around the area. He looked down and noticed Bentley. "What do you want?" He asked, clearly very annoyed.

"I'm here…" Bentley quickly thought of an excuse. He didn't figure a security guard was here, and he was not convinced he would just let him in for saying he wanted to see Murray. "I'm here to watch the…wrestling team. I'm…I'm writing an article about wrestling therapy."

The armadillo looked closely at Bentley, who was sweating profusely at this point. "Who are you with?"

Bentley thought really hard for another lie. "Therapy Today!" He answered. "My name is…Harold Clems." He closed his eyes, hoping it would work. He did know Harold Clems was a real writer for that magazine, so he hoped the guard would buy it.

"Oh, my mistake." The armadillo pressed a big blue button, opening the two main glass doors to the arena. "Go on ahead."

Bentley smiled, clearly surprised his lie worked. "Thank you, sir."

He wheeled in through the doors and saw a horribly messy marbled floor. The floor was littered with more soda cans and had a sticky texture to it. Bentley could feel the mystery texture as he wheeled around. The walls were painted solid back and went all the way up to the top. The floors for the audience section were shaped like a spiral. He looked around and saw empty concession stands and overflowing garbage cans. "Man, where is a janitor when you need one?" Bentley cringed. "This place is a dump!"

He noticed a small door by an empty concession stand that read "employees only." Curiously, he wheeled right through it and saw a steep slope going towards the bottom story. The slope was covered in a disgusting black carpet and the walls were plain white. He debated to wheel down there, but he figured it had to have led to the basement piece where the fighters chilled. Slowly, he wheeled down the slope and spotted another door at the bottom with no label on it. He opened it slowly and saw an extremely red and sweaty locker room, full of fighters.

Looking around, he could not spot Murray anywhere. He tried to stay out of sight, but accidentally bumped into an extremely large and angry looking rhino. He wore only some red shorts and a blue towel draped around his neck. Bentley wheeled back in fear. "I'm so sorry, sir." He cried.

The rhino gritted his teeth, but slowly took some deep breaths. "It is okay, friend. For we don't fight anyone outside of the rink."

Bentley raised an eyebrow, but felt a huge sigh of relief. "Well, friend, perhaps you know who Murray is?"

The rhino thought for a moment, but soon realized who Bentley was talking about. "Oh, THE MURRAY?" He loudly shouted. "He is right over there." The rhino pointed over at a bench with Murray sitting on it, eating a hamburger.

Bentley cherred, thanking the rhino. He quickly wheeled over to Murray. "Murray?" He hesitantly asked.

Murray paused and looked down, noticing his old friend sitting right in front of him. "Bentley?" He wrapped his burger up and put it on the bench. He stood up and picked Bentley right out of his chair and hugged him tightly. "BENTLEY! How are you buddy?" He cheered.

Bentley started to choke on Murray's grasp. He started knocking on his arms to try to tell him to let him go. Murray stopped and threw the turtle back into his chair. "Sorry, buddy." He awkwardly smiled. "I got your letters. I'm sorry for not writing back, it's just…well you know." Murray couldn't figure out how to tell his best friend how he was feeling.

Bentley straightened himself out and sat back into his chair. "That's okay. I just missed you buddy." Bentley looked and observed Murray. He noticed his hippo friend hasn't changed a bit, in fact he looked like he had gotten bigger since he had last seen him. He still wore his same old blue shirt, white belt, white boots, and red mask. "You haven't changed a bit." Bentley smiled.

"Well, if it works, don't fix it." Murray awkwardly said. "I'm really sorry about Sly, Bentley."

Bentley knew this was coming and already prepared for it. "Murray, don't be sorry. That was not at all your fault."

Murray sat back down on the bench and buried his face into his hands. "I could've fought that stupid skunk myself. Sly probably would have been here if I did, you know."

"Stop it, Murray." Bentley shook his head. "There was nothing you could have done differently." He looked up at his friend, making direct eye contact. Murray also lifted his head to look at his friend. "You remember when I couldn't walk anymore?"

Murray almost teared up, remembering when Clock-La's beak crushed Bentley's legs. "I told you I was sorry, Bentley."

"That wasn't your fault, either, Murray. We discussed that, at least I think we did. My point is you can't fix everything, and not everything is your fault. Think about it, was I at all upset about my legs?"

Murray stood quiet for a moment. "No." He muttered.

"You're right. If I wasn't mad about my legs, what makes you think me or Sly is mad at you for his disappearance? You didn't even have anything to do with it. You weren't on that blimp. If anything, it's a good thing he disappeared. If he went down with that blimp, he would've been killed. I mean, Le Paradox was very close to being killed when they found him…in water. You know Sly can't swim." Bentley looked over at his friend with pleading eyes. "Please, Murray, nobody is blaming you for anything, and you shouldn't blame yourself. What happened has happened, and we can't change that. Sly loved you like a brother, and he would be crushed to know you were feeling this way."

Murray sat back down, absorbing what Bentley said. His heart was broken, and he tried to do what he knew to repair it. The wrestling therapy was helping, but Murray knew he needed to clear everything with Bentley to really help repair his mind, which he was just too heartbroken to do. He remembered the nights looking at the empty chair at the dining table for dinner, and the unused third PlayStation controller collecting dust on the shelf. He missed Sly dearly, and he wished nothing more for him to come back.

"Don't beat yourself up, pal." Bentley smiled. "Besides, remember when you said you were ready when we found Sly? Well, we found him!" Bentley handed Murray an old photo of the gang after capturing Dimitri at his night club years ago. "If you feel you need to make things right, now is your chance."

Murray looked at the photo carefully, then handed it back to Bentley. He stood up straight and narrowed his eyes. He tightened his mask and his belt. "The Murray is back." He boldly declared.

Bentley smiled big. He was so glad his friend was back, and that he didn't have to convince him too much to come back. Bentley knew deep down Murray was going to come back one day. Murray loved family more than anything. "I'm so glad. We have a lot to do." He declared. "You also have some people to meet as well."

"Oh, do I?" Murray clapped his hands. "I'm so glad, I love meeting new guys."

Bentley nervously laughed. "Yeah, I just hope you like meeting these guys."