The following morning, Buddy led Mel and Sweetpea towards the small alley. It had taken a while to convince them that there was no need to be afraid. Sniffing the air, Buddy detected Sonya's scent. A moment later, the pug popped out from a nearby trash can. Mel and Sweetpea jumped with fright.

"Relax, I'm not going to attack," Sonya muttered as she hopped out of the trash can. Sitting down, she gazed at the three friends thoughtfully. Noticing that the female pug was staring at Mel, Buddy nudged him. Gulping, the pug crept forward with small steps. Huffing, Sonya began with a question, "Do you remember anything about your family?" Mel shook his head, his eyes fixed on his paws.

Scuffing her paw, Sonya went on, "Well, I don't know about your family but I was abandoned by my own parents in this very alley four years ago. I don't blame them. They were, like so many others, chased out by Danger and his gang." A growl mingled with her voice. Gasping, Mel looked over at Buddy and Sweetpea. The three recalled what Snowball had told them just two and a half weeks earlier.

Coughing to get their attention, Sonya continued, "To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if the same thing happened to your family. You better hope that they're still alive though."