Seabass’ Diary…Day 118…Darkness…

September 8, 2016- “You can help us?” Simba said. “Yes, I can help you find your human, I’m good at finding things!” The canine said.  I nodded, “Ok come with us we’ll show you where we saw her last! Oh…and what’s your name?” The canine towered above me and for a split second I wasn’t sure if we should trust him, afterall, we knew nothing about him.

“My name is Bernard, I’m Monty’s cousin,” he said as the three of us raced back to the prison. We reached the yard and Simba and I came to a dead stop,”Did you shut the front gate?” Simba asked. “I thought…I…I’m not sure,” I said. A wave of panic washed over me and it felt like a cage full of butterflies had been released in my gut. Before we had any time to think about the situation, Bernard had already burst into the prison.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this!” Simba said and I knew he was right. I entered the prison first with Simba right behind me, “Bernard?” I said. There was no answer. “Bernard?” I said again….silence. We got to the top of the staircase and looked in the room where the human had originally conducted the interview with Henri. There was no sign of the chloroform soaked rag or the small human’s cell phone. What was going on?  THUMP! I looked at Simba and before he could stop me I raced to the back of the prison to where the sound was coming from. The nest door was only open a crack…my breath caught in my throat and my heart started to pound. I peered through the crack in the door but didn’t see anything. I pushed open the door with my nose and was plunged into darkness.

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