Skipper couldn't really describe it, the car crashing into him, he didn't feel much, all he could describe the feeling as being: "Like a cork popping out of a wine bottle". He looked around and all he saw were cars zooming across the road, then realized his team was gone, he walked around endlessly. "Well it seems we got separated door that bump," zei Skipper. "Gotta get back to the HQ, they're probably worried to death about me," zei Skipper. Skipper then looked around and saw a map on the ground, he picked it up and looked at the straat he was at. "Ah, just 2 miles away, not very far at all," zei Skipper. He then followed his instincts, combined with his directions from the map. Skipper walked down the sidewalk and rubbed his head. "That car hurted somewhat, but it didnt seriously injure me thank goodness," zei Skipper, turning to the right into Central Park. "We'll discuss our mistake at the vis Truck when I get back soon enough," sighed Skipper. He then felt alone, but he also felt someone following him, he turned around and no one was there, he heard the voices again, but he could describe them this time, they were that of a young boy.
Skipper finally got back and opened the fishbowl entrance, he scaled down the ladder and waved his flipper. "Hello? Men, I've come back from all this confusion rattling around, but I'm back at last!!" zei Skipper. Then, he heard crying and weeping and saw his men huddled around something. "What happened under my watch Kowalski?" asked Skipper. "He was a great leader and an even better friend, when are we having the service Private?" asked Kowalski. "Tomorow I guess...." sobbed Private. "Alright, who's the poor fellow that died and why?" asked Skipper. But no one seemed to hear Skipper. "Answer me men!! I'm still around!!" yelled Skipper. No matter how much he yelled, he didn't get an answer. "Goodbye forever, Skippah...." weeped Private. "Me? But I'm right here!! I'm alive and I feel better than ever!!" yelled Skipper. "We will ALL miss him Private," cried Kowalski, holding Rico and Private close to him. "Why does a road have such merciless bumps?" asked Private. "Road? Oh this can't be true....." groaned Skipper. He finally knew the truth of it all, Skipper, now realizes that he had inevitably passed away, and is now a ghost.
Skipper began to tear up as he realized he is dead. "I'm dead? How can this be true?! Why am I a ghost and not at the other side?!" cried out Skipper. But all his men did was wave goodbye to the makeshift coffin holding Skipper's body. "Goodbye Skipper, u were a great Commanding Officer, if not the best," zei Kowalski. Then the lights went out and Skipper was left there crying, Skipper did not want to have anymore part of it, so he headed out, going a rainy alley in the streets, a storm had begun, the first dag of Winter time. Skipper then heard the voice again, it was scaring him a lot, even though it was a boy's voice. "GO AWAY!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!" sobbed Skipper. The voice answered back. "But I'm not doing anything bad to you, have I done anything besides accidentally scaring you?" asked the voice. "No, can u actually hear me?" asked Skipper. "Yes, I can hear your commanding voice sir," zei the voice. "Can u see me?" asked Skipper. "Flat head, pudgy body, yes I see you," zei the voice. "Who are you?" asked Skipper. Then, a young penguin, only 6-7 years old came into the light. "I'm William sir..." zei William.