"Hey, Prismo!", a weak voice chanted happily. His feet carried him closer to the wall, while his hands gave the wall a high five shortly after arriving.

Though the mentioned was not resting in this very room, it only felt natural to greet the pink dork that was, and still is, one of the best buddies one could wish for.

"Man, it was really difficult to get here", aknowledged the orange the other.

"Y'know, without your help."

With these words, the speaking one rose a neatly folded paper out of his rather girly handbag.

The same words decorated the white element, and each were special. Slowly, a hand petted the P at the end of these special, but simply written words.

To his dissapointment, nothing happened.

It is no wonder, really.

One can dream though, right?

The paw still rested on that one letter. Though the glow of the letter wasn't visuable at all, it always felt like there was this one spark that assured Jake that it was okay, that Prismo was okay.. that everything was okay.

Despite the actual situation, his smile has failed to fade. Even though it was a sad smile, it still was a smile.

Living up to promises was important to a loyal dog like him, afterall.

He still remembers the exact words he said.

"Prismo, I always smile when I'm around you, Prismo!"

These words were unintentionally repeated out loud, but who would care? Even if somebody was around, he would be happy to let them know what a strong bond they shared.

It was like Prismo actually responded the same way he did before.

"I always smile when I'm around you,too."

Does he still?

One can dream, right?