Skye's absence is still heavy in the air, and everyone feels it, especially Rocky. After the painful events, he finds himself needing to talk things through with someone who truly understands.

Rocky heads over to Zuma's puphouse, where Zuma is waiting, leaning against the doorway with a knowing look. "Dude, you ready to tell her the twuth?" Zuma asks, his voice gentle but encouraging.

Rocky sighs, his gaze falling to the ground. "I want to, Zuma. But... I don't want her to think I'm only doing it now because of what happened with Chase. She deserves to know that I've always felt this way."

Zuma nods thoughtfully, placing a paw on Rocky's shoulder. "Then you gotta tell her, dude. She's going through a lot right now, and knowing she has someone like you could make all the difference. She desewves honesty, and so do you."

Rocky glances up, the determination in his eyes brightening. "You're right. I've waited long enough. I'll go to her as soon as visiting hours start today and tell her everything."

Unbeknownst to them, Marshall is lurking nearby, hidden by the bushes. His ears perk up, catching every word, and his eyes widen as he realizes the gravity of their conversation. Rocky is planning to confess his feelings to Skye. Marshall knows he has to do something, and he quickly darts off to find Chase.

He finds Chase pacing by the shore, watching the waves roll in with a dark intensity. "Chase! We've got a problem," Marshall says urgently, out of breath from running.

Chase turns, his expression sharpening as he sees Marshall's troubled look. "What is it, Marshall?"

Marshall takes a breath before explaining. "Rocky's .... Rocky, Rocky's going to the hospital today. He's going to confess to Skye, tell her everything. They were talking about it just now. And who knows, he will even make you look like the bad guy".

Chase's expression darkens, his jaw clenching as his gaze narrows. "So, he really thinks he can just take her from me," he mutters under his breath. He shakes his head, his voice growing sharper as he continues, "Skye belongs to me, Marshall. She was meant for me, and I was meant for her. It's always been that way. Rocky has no right."

Marshall hesitates again, thinking if telling Chase was even a good idea, but Chase's intense gaze compels him to nod. "I mean, yeah, you're right, Chase. But what are we going to do about it? If Rocky tells her how he feels, it might change everything."

Chase's eyes gleam with a fierce determination. "We can't let that happen. Skye needs to understand that I'm the one who truly cares about her, who's been there for her from the beginning. Rocky's just... a distraction. We need to act before he does."

Marshall nods slowly, swallowing the knot of worry forming in his throat. "So, what's the plan?"

Before Chase can answer, a voice speaks up from behind them. "What are you two up to?"

They both turn around sharply, and there stands Rubble, his expression suspicious as he eyes the two of them.

Chase tenses, but manages a forced smile. "Nothing, Rubble. Just... talking."

Rubble's eyes flick between the two of them, clearly unconvinced. "Uh-huh. Well, whatever you're up to, I hope it's nothing you'll regret."

Chase and Marshall exchange a quick glance, their plans now tainted by Rubble's suspicious stare.

"Get the hell out of here!"