A muffled voice shivered the piles of rubble. "Wt fr meh!" said a small voice, from beneath it. A dusty paw was poked from between two boards. "Hey! is someone there? I was a bartender here once, don't start without me!" Shifting a large piece of wood, a dirty grey figure crept out and brushed herself off, one paw clinging to a bit of red tinted wood. "My table!" Ducky said gleefully. "My cherry table. I think its still okay." Cobra and Slay stood with their backs to each other as Ducky stumbled with the table, and stalked over to help her. Slay finally wedging Ducky's staff underneath and Cobra leapt upon it. Its clicked out, with a shlooping noise and they straightened a broken leg together and tilted it stood braveley in the nice twilight. They all stood around and looked at it, Slayer and Cobra and Ducky.





`Ducky