Captured
Skipper woke up with a start, jumping up and hitting his head on the... ceiling? He rubbed his now sore head, confused. Why would the ceiling be so low? Unless... Suddenly he remembered; Private collapsing, the pain in his neck. They must have been caught by Animal Control. But where's Private? "Hover dam!" exclaimed the leader. "Private, where are you?"
He looked around the area, but couldn't see a thing; the room was pitch black, so dark he couldn't see his flipper in front of his face. He called out again, but louder. A low moan reached Skipper's earholes. "Skippah... I hurt..."
"Private?"...
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