Rubix was an old friend of yours. He lived alone with his dog, Cube, on an island in the Pacific Ocean. He was rich. At least, to you he was. You knew he had quite the sweet tooth, so it wasn't much of a surprise when he called and said he felt sick.

Leaving the boat you rode on out front, you went up to his house and opened the door. There, his dog came running down the stairs and nudged you up to Rubix's room, where he laid on the bed, resting a hand on his stomach.

"...h..hey..."

He mumbled. His dog laid next to the bed, nudging Rubix's other hand.