EIGHT MONTHS LATER...

"Have a great day Snowball," the receptionist, a calico with a broken tail, said with a smile. Snowball only grunted before grabbing his things off her desk and heading out the front door of the local prison he had been locked up in for the past eight months.

I still don't see why I was arrested for causing that building to explode. I didn't even put the bomb in there in the first place! If anything, I died in there! Snowball thought grumpily, shoving a beagle on a bicycle over with ease. For the first time since he had been locked up, the white rabbit remembered the Devil and the paper he signed with his own name. He also recalled the Devil's last words to him before he had left the Underworld.

"Yeah, I'm REALLY enjoying my life right about now... idiot," Snowball muttered under his breath as he entered a sewage drain, hoping to find his gang.