Sitting upon the grass and taking a break from the SMG4 crew, SMG3 took a glance at his notebook, sighing with a grumble. He’d become more protective of his secrets since Marty, keeping them locked tightly. No one was to know what he knew. He would keep these secrets to his gra-

“Mrrp!” A small squeak took Three’s attention off his notebook, turning to find a small ‘chonk’ of Four crawling up to sit on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck and purring warmly.