Previously on Savannah's Paw Tracks, "Too late…Dash is already being pulled over the cliff too…and he grabs Savannah’s tail in hopes of not losing either her or Nissy…and they are all pulled toward the ocean…"
The beam of light grew brighter. Stars appeared before Nissy's eyes and streaks of light swirled around his head. Was he teleporting again? If so, to where? "Savvy.... Dash..." he cried. His words were elongated as if their very sound waves were being stretched like an elastic. Then, all of a sudden, there was a loud bang followed by three thumps. Nissy landed first, then Savvy and finally, Dash. Nissy looked over at Savannah with glazed eyes, "I think you're on my tail." Savannah immediately moved over.
"Where in the mouses are we?" asked Dash. "Is this Zealandia? How did we get here?"
"I don't know," answered Savvy. "Strangest teleport, ever. No tunnels, no egg beaters..." Her voice drifted off as she contemplated the situation. "Nissy, what's your take on this? Nissy?" She looked around, frantically, "Nissy? Where are you?"
Savannah and Dash were standing in the middle of an open field. Scanning its outer edges, Dash suddenly cried, "There he is! He's over there! He's heading into that opening in the woods." The two of them took off after Nissy, running as quickly as their paws would carry them.
They reached the edge of the woods only to find that Nerissa had disappeared, once again. "Where is he?" Savannah cried, stomping a paw in frustration. "Where did that little nip head go?"
Dash looked over at Savvy, curiously. "Nip head?" he asked. "You're calling Niss a nip head?"
Savvy shook her head. "I'm not sure what came over me. I'd normally never call Nissy that. I... I... I don't know why..." She was cut off by a cry, off in the distance. It was Nissy.
Savannah and Dash took off down the path. They tore through the woods, pushing back the branches of brilliantly coloured purple and turquoise foliage that got in their way. The foliage was indeed odd, to say the least, but there was no time to think about any of that. Nissy was in trouble.
Finally, they came to an opening and emerged from the woods. Before them, lay a freshly dug field. Scattered over it were little bits of green. Savvy bent down and picked one up and sniffed it. It was a leaf of Necata canipbis, torn in half, likely damaged during some sort of harvesting process. Savvy suddenly felt light-headed. The volatile oils of the Necata canipbis were so strong, they were affecting even her. She steadied herself by holding onto Dash.
Nissy was frantically racing around in circles, gathering the little bits and pieces of Necata canipbis, strewn about the ground.
Dash looked from Nissy's crazed antics to Savvy who was still a little unsteady on her paws. He knew something needed to be done and quickly. "Savvy, Savvy! We've gotta get Niss out of here!! You okay to help me?"
Savvy shook her head to clear it, again. "I'm okay, Dash. You're right. Let's get him back to where we landed."
Half dragging, half carrying their friend, Savannah and Dash got Nissy back onto the path through the woods. With Nissy's extra weight slowing them down, Savvy was able to take a good look at the flora about them. She had never seen any of it before.
Nissy was muttering, "Gone, gone, it's all gone... Out of time... It's out of time... We're out of time."
Once out of the woods, the three felines crossed the field to where Dash thought they had originally landed. Dash stopped, putting his front paws on his hips. "Now, how do we get back?" He looked over at Nissy and Savannah. "Any ideas?"
Savvy shook her head. "Don't look at me. I don't even know where we are. And where the mouses is the ocean?"
Dash stared at her in disbelief. Everything had happened so quickly, it hadn't even occurred to him that they had arrived wherever they were after falling toward the ocean but the ocean was nowhere to be seen.
Nissy looked up at his friends. His eyes, still cloudy. "We're out of time," he muttered. "Out of time." He went to take a step but suddenly lunged forward.
Savvy grabbed at him, trying to prevent her friend from falling. "Dash, we've got to get him out of here. That nip is too strong. The scent is in the air."
Dash bent down, peering at something protruding from among the tall grasses. "Nissy tripped over something. He tripped over this," and Dash picked up the object in question. In his paw was a shiny, stainless steel whisk. The three cats stared at it, speechlessly.
Off in the distance there was a roar, followed by a screech. From the other direction the cats heard another screech, this one closer than the first. The ground began to shake. A flock of strange looking birds took flight, squawking furiously as they flew toward the woods from where Nissy, Savvy and Dash had recently emerged. The ground shook again and more screeching ensued.
The three cats stood motionless, paralysed with fear. Approaching them from either side were two monstrous beings. Each, three times the height of a peep but like no peep they had ever seen before. The creatures stood on their rear legs and their front legs were tiny compared to the rest of their bodies. Ugly horns protruded from their rather small heads. Beady little eyes darted about, furiously. One opened its mouth and sunlight bounced off rows of shiny, razor sharp teeth.
"WE'RE OUT OF TIME!" Nissy cried. He grabbed Savvy's tail with his right paw and Dash's tail with his left. He snatched the whisk from Dash's paw with his own tail and began to frantically wave it about. Stars appeared. Lines of red, blue and yellow light swirled about them. Bright flashes exploded in all directions.
A thundering sound nearly deafened Nissy before the three felines began to fall. They fell through both space and time, tearing at the very fabric of the space-time continuum. Nissy let go of his friends and clawed at the fabric. He yelled, "Hold on! Get a grip!" but didn't know if Savvy and Dash could hear him. His voice seemed to be swallowed up in the vacuum of space.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Nissy, Savvy and Dash lay sprawled across the grass growing at the top of the cliff where they had been, just hours before. Nissy still held the whisk with his tail. Next to them, lay a bright pink smart phone. Nissy picked it up and read the last text sent. "Necata canipbis," is all it said.
Nissy looked over at his friends. "It's out there. Someone has it. Someone has the Necata canipbis and they've brought it back to our time. One day, my friends, we will find it."