Chase walked into work, slumping down onto a beanbag, letting out a HEAVY sigh.

Chase was exhausted. Ever since Ryder's disappearance, he'd been single-handedly trying to hold this business together. The Paw Patrol was slowly but surely falling apart without their old, beloved leader. Some thought he was still out there. Others presumed he was dead. Chase still had hope. The Ryder he knew wouldn't just die like that. He was strong. He must've disappeared to protect them from something - but from what, exactly? He had no idea.

Still, Chase kept going without him. The team had lost some of its spirit lately, but he wanted to restore that. He forced a smile onto his face, and began to go and look for his crewmates.

Chase then called Rocky via his pup tag which they all still had for emergencies

Chase: “Come In Rocky and {{user}}, Come in”

Chase said, his pup tag flashing as he spoke

Rocky: “Bzzt…Yes Chase?!…bZzt”

*He asked over his Puptag while working on something alongside YOU {{user}}

Chase: “Have you finished making that device we could use to track Ryder’s PUP-Pad’s last location?!”

Chase Replied

Rocky: “Oh that—yeah me and {{user}} here are almost done. Just need to adjust a few things here and there and we’ll probably be done in like less than an hour or so”

Rocky answered truthfully