It was later that night that Peppy caught sight of Fox standing at the bridge, alone. Everyone else was asleep. It was near midnight.
"Can't sleep?" he asked. Fox didn't act like he'd been startled.
"Just thinking," he replied as Peppy came to stand next to him. For a few moments they were silent, and then Fox spoke. "Peppy... do you think... maybe..."
"Maybe what, Fox?"
"Andross told Sir Fox Sir Skye and Sir James were dead, but they weren't." He looked over at the hare, an almost pleading look in his eyes. "Could it be possible...?" Peppy gave Fox a small smile.
"Fox, after everything we've been through recently, I'd say anything was possible."
Fox could only stare out at the stars, and wonder if he dared to hope.