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The morning was as gloom as Marshall was. Dark clouds were still covering the sky from the night before. The wind had gotten strong. A storm that would drench anyone in seconds seemed to be headed to Adventure Bay. It was as if the heavens knew that something was wrong.

Chase was up before anyone else. He patrolled the area, making sure everyone was alright. However, the truth was that things weren't alright. They hadn't been since yesterday. Chase had tried so hard to try and get the Dalmatian to talk, but all Marshall would do is be silent or break into tears. The other pups had tried to talk to Zuma, to get some information out of him, but he wouldn't say much either. The other pups felt bad, both for Marshall and for Zuma. They wished they knew what happened and what was going on.

After circling the area, Chase went to go knock on Marshall's door. Nothing but silence.

"Marshall? Are you up yet?"

Marshall decided to get up and open his door to see the pup with a worried look on his face.

"What do you want, Chase?"

Chase could notice that things were off about Marshall. He was a much darker pup than usual. Everything from his fur, his eyes, and even his spirit were nothing but grey and black colors.

"I just came to check up on you...I've been worried about you. What happened yesterday?"

"I....I don't want to talk about it right now, Chase. Maybe later...but not now.."

"Well, do you at least want to play a game? Maybe that'll help cheer you up?" A sad smile came from the German Shepherd.

"I can't. Remember my paw?" The Dalmatian stuck out his left paw for Chase to see.

"Oh, right...heh." Chase chuckled nervously. "Want something to eat?"

"No. I'm not hungry."

Chase was starting to get frustrated. He wanted his best friend to be better. He wanted to know what was going on, between him and Zuma. He wanted the old Marshall back. The happy pup that would be silly, singing, and always be clumsy.

"Marshall, you have to snap out of it! Being mopey all day and not doing anything but cry isn't going to help!"

"Chase, please just leave me alone!" Marshall sighed. "Will it make you feel better if I just went out for a walk?"

"Can I come along with you?"

"I just need some time alone. Maybe get some fresh air."

"But what about your paw Marshall? How are you going to walk like that by yourself?" Chase wasn't fully convinced.

"I'll be fine as long as I don't put too much pressure on it and walk slowly."

"Well...okay. But please, don't be gone for too long. You still haven't eaten breakfast, and the weather doesn't look friendly at all."

"I'll be fine. I promise."

"Be back by breakfast time!" Shouted Chase.

Marshall started to get out of his pup house and shook his body. He didn't feel well at all. If it were up to him, he wouldn't even get up. Everything hurt. He had a pounding headache, his paw still wasn't healed, his eyes burned, and his spirit was shattered. It had been broken into a million pieces, a wound no one or nothing would be able to heal.

As he started to walk, tears rolled down his face. He never believed that Zuma could cause him so much pain. Marshall hated himself. How could he be such a fool as to believe that Zuma would love him back?

"Why am I such an idiot? I'm just a miserable failure...I'm a clumsy pup that has no talents. Heck, even my own parents don't love me! All I ever do is just mess things up." The teary-eyed pup continued to walk in a direction of some woods. A place he was sure no one would be able to find him.

"Maybe I'm just not cut out for this world...Never was, never will be...."

He continued to sniffle and cry as he made his way into the woods. No one would even notice if he went missing.