It took seven hours to clean the entire penthouse. When they were finally done cleaning, Snowball flopped down in a chair while Tattoo stretched out on the floor. "Next time you throw a party and your guests make a mess, don't ask me to help you clean it up," Tattoo mumbled. A smile crept across Snowball's face as he responded, "Yeah, the next and last mess I'll ever have you clean up is my corpse when I'm murdered."

"Very funny Snowball, you know I'm still not happy with that whole ordeal," Tattoo grumbled. As he quietly munched on a carrot, Snowball knew what his friend was talking about. For a little over a year now, he had been the one and only Fire Devil. He sometimes lent a paw to those in need. And though he was grateful of his gift, the white rabbit couldn't help but regret how he got them from the Devil himself. He could hear the malicious laugh in his head still.

Remembering how he wasn't the only one with special gifts, Snowball straightened up in his chair. Reaching towards his desk nearby, he opened a drawer and pulled out two pictures that he had cut out of a newspaper about a month ago. One was a Jack Russell terrier while the other was a gray tabby cat. The article that went along with them had said that they had special gifts, somewhat like his own.

"You're thinking of them again, aren't you?" Tattoo asked.

"Yeah," Snowball mumbled.

"Still looking for them?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I don't know, just a feeling."