Hello, fellow fanfic readers 'n' writers! Yeah, hi. I'm back, and I'm a little sad, so I'm gonna let it out in this chapter. Expect sadness to be present, m'kay? Anyway, REAR? REARs are the bread and butter of writers like us, so please don't let me starve.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own rights. Bye.

"Set me free ... from my jealousy - won't you exorcise my mind, won't you exorcise my mind - I want to be free ... as I'll ever be ... exorcise my mind, help me exorcise my mind..." [This is what I listen to when I want to be sad. Seriously. Also, please do not try to guess what this song is called. There's Google for a reason.]

The song's melancholy vibes floated around the Lookout, and everyone wondered from where it was coming. [So, everyone can hear this song from anywhere in or around the Lookout? Or do the vibes carry the feeling of the song and the sound with it? I'm utterly confused. Ignore me as I try to figure this out.]

It was actually coming from The Expert, of all pups. [Hmm. Not really that new when you think about it. Chapter 2.] The others were shocked; the albino wasn't known for lachrymosity. They all began to create theories on what the song could mean.

"Maybe ... " [No.]

"Do you guys think ... " [I don't think so.]

Eventually, they all grew tired of guessing and decided to find the real reason. They all marched up to the source of the still ongoing song: The Expert's pup house. [Well, where else would it be?]

"Close these green eyes ... and watch over as I sleep..." [Your eyes are blue.]

"The Expert," Chase tried.

"Yes, Chase?" The Expert returned as the song stopped. "Before you ask me anything, let me finish what I'm doing..." He trailed off as he continued writing something. [Begs the question: how do dogs have the capabilities to write? Please ignore that little hitch.] When he was done, he looked up at the pups. "Go." [Should really be more specific...]

Upon that word, all began to talk at the same time ask the same question, at different speeds, in different ways. [Oh boy.] It seemed as though no one would be able to decipher the message behind the shouting. But, The Expert does what he is an expert at doing and somehow came up with a response. [Because The Expert.]

"I was singing because - oh, forget it. Just tell Rererangi, whenever she gets here, that I am gone." And he arose and left the house. [When I'm gone, when I'm gone...]

"Gone where?" Rubble asked.

"Gone." And he disappeared from view. [I feel that this will spell some disaster.]

Rererangi did arrive at the Lookout several minutes later and, as per usual, inquired about The Expert's whereabouts.

"He's gone," Skye said.

"What? Gone where?" Rere couldn't believe that The Expert had left. [I had some seriously bad "déjà vu, déjà fait" here. Not important, but whatever.]

"Gone. That's all he said." [At least the message was conveyed correctly. This time.]

"And you just let him leave?!" [Yes. Why do you think that he's not here?]

"How were we supposed to know that he wouldn't come back?"

"Girls, stop." The authoritarian voice of Chase stopped the ensuing battle. "What do you suggest we do, Rere?"

"Look for him." [Can't tell if this is a plothill or plothole.]

"Skye?"

"I think we should wait. We don't know if he's just doing something secret for us, you know?" [This, though, is a plothill.]

There was silence for a few seconds, before Chase concluded, "I'm not trying to be biased, but I do believe that Skye's idea is a little more sound." Rere thought for a couple seconds more before ultimately agreeing.

Presently The Criminal walked in with a beaming smile and greeted the pups. "Where's The Expert?" [Does that look familiar?]

"Gone," Rere answered him, erasing that huge grin he had been sporting. "And before you ask, we don't know where he is." [Speech prediction?]

"And I knew nothing about this?" [Correct, because we don't like you.]

"You weren't here to know about this," stated a deadpan Rocky. [Well, then. The Expert must really have a powerful influence to make them act like him when he isn't present.]

Funny how everyone's acting like him now, thought the present albino BMD. Guess that's what happens when you hang around him a lot. [But that's what I mentioned...! Hmph.]

"Suddenly we're all acting like him. Makes me miss him more," continued Rocky.

I just thought that... [Karma! kek]

"Wait a minute," Chase suddenly jumped in, "before he left, he wrote something for you, Rere. It's in the house - check it - ... and see if you can uncover anything." He only finished after Rere disappeared off.

Rere had no trouble finding that paper and wasted no time opening it. She read the contents and immediately broke down in tears. [Oh no.]

"I knew that was a bad idea..." [Bad, bad, really big and bad, this is bad and big bad, this is a big, bad mess...]

What do you think's happened? Keep any predictions in mind or on paper and I'll reveal in the next.

Also, I'm very sorry for almost abandoning this story, and I won't try to make valid excuses for why, but just know that I will be continuing. It is actually a top priority for me to do this story, along with 'Adventures' and 'No Pup's Land' - check those out if you haven't already - and I'll do my honest best to be more frequent. Anyway...

Bye! Have a nice day! See you in the next chapter! Don't forget to review! Send a PM! Maybe some ideas, alright?