I just wanted to build a play, Officer. I didn't start the fight. I didn't drug the Labrador. I didn't, I didn't...'

The bunny leapt into the air, planting a foot right on my face. I stumble back, the pain drowning everything in darkness, and trip over one of the bodies. I feel her rush beside me into the hallway.

For a moment I just lie there, drugged up as shit, and wonder what Diane would think about all this. There are new footsteps coming towards me and I know that I should play dead, stay out of their notice, but the pain and the panic and everything else just rises up and makes me try to crawl away, rubbing my face, squinting at the figure stepping past each of the cells, walking towards me.

Another cop, I think. But at that moment I would've preferred Mr. Big all up in my face than one of those guys. I try to wipe away the blood away from my muzzle, but more of it just keeps coming.

The policeman pulls off his sunglasses and frowns at me, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

'Aren't you that Xerox horse?' He grumbles, scratching an ear.

I just cover my face and wish he'll get it over with it soon. He kneels down, taking a glance at the crunched up cell doors at my side. 'Sorry about Judy, anyway. What with the whole Chavez case she's gotten a bit antsy these days.'

The fox offers me his cigarette. 'Nick Wilde, at your service. What can I do for you?'