I really didn't plan to write this. I thought the last chapter was the end...but I had a lot of people say they wanted an update and they wanted some more closure...so I decided I had to do this for them.

So, if you asked for closure and/or an update, here you go! This is for you:-)

"Dad, are we almost there?" Shawn groaned, about a half-hour into their long trek back down the mountain.

He knew they weren't even close to the bottom, but he couldn't help asking.

He wasn't allowed to talk about the raccoon.

He wasn't allowed to talk about the compass.

But no one had forbid him from asking the same question twenty thousand times…at least, not yet.

"Shawn, do you see the car?" Henry snapped, turning around.

"No." Shawn grumbled.

"Then we're not there."

"I'm tired!"

Henry pressed on, completely immune to his son's whining.

"Maybe if you actually went to sleep last night instead of playing Indiana Jones with a baby raccoon, you wouldn't be." He muttered.

"Psycho killer baby raccoon!" Shawn corrected.

He knew it was breaking the prohibition against talking about the raccoon, but he didn't care. Someone had to set the record straight.

"I wonder if he puts that on his business cards…" Grandpa mused as he passed by both of them. "'Psycho Killer Baby Raccoon: Professional Compass Thief.'"

Henry rolled his eyes and shot Shawn a glower that said as clearly as words ever could, "Now look what you did. He'll be making jokes like that the rest of the hike."

"The raccoon didn't steal my compass!" He was shouting as he and Grandpa both disappeared around a bend.

Shawn hung back, listening until he could no longer hear their voices or the leaves crunching beneath their feet, then slowly started to amble his way down the well-beaten trail.

As he turned the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Sitting in the middle of the path, a small black compass resting at his feet, was the raccoon.

For a moment, they just stared at each other.

"Nice psycho raccoon…" Shawn said quietly, slowly backing up one step at a time. "You don't want to kill me…please don't kill me…"

The raccoon suddenly stood up on its hind legs, chattering as it rubbed its hands together almost viciously.

"DAD!"

As Shawn brought his hand up to his mouth to call for his father, a single ray of sunlight poked through the treetops and glinted off his watch's face, creating a shimmering patch of light on the leaves by the raccoon's feet.

The raccoon watched the dancing light intently, then looked up at Shawn's wrist, as if he knew where it was coming from.

He rubbed his hands together again, chattering as he stared at the watch.

Shawn blinked in surprise, remembering back to the first time he had seen the raccoon on the hike up the mountain.

Hadn't the sun been reflecting off his watch then, too…?

"Do…do you want my watch?" He asked hesitantly. "Is that why you're stalking me?"

The raccoon didn't answer.

He just kept staring at the watch.

Shawn slowly took it off and tossed it on the ground a few feet away.

"You can have it." He said. "If you don't kill me."

The raccoon approached the gift cautiously, sniffing it then slowly picking it up.

He looked up at Shawn, suddenly not appearing quite as homicidal as he had a minute ago.

"Can…can I have my dad's compass back, then?" Shawn asked. "He doesn't believe me that you took it."

When the raccoon again didn't answer, Shawn slowly reached around him and picked up the compass.

It seemed like a fair exchange.

"So…you won't kill me now, right?"

They regarded each other for a moment, until Shawn heard the angry snapping of twigs.

"Shawn!" Henry yelled, coming back to find his pokey son. "What are you doing? You're the one who wanted get back!"

He stopped when he saw the compass in Shawn's hand.

"Where did you find that?"

"The raccoon gave it back."

"What did I say about that damn raccoon?" Henry growled. "I don't want to hear it, Shawn! Where did you really find it? Was it in your pack?"

"No!" Shawn insisted. "The raccoon had it! He's right--"

But, of course, when Shawn pointed to the spot on the ground where the raccoon had been standing only moments ago, there was nothing there.

The raccoon was gone.

"I don't see a raccoon, Shawn." Henry snapped, grabbing the compass out of his hand.

"He was there a minute ago." Shawn sighed, starting the head down the path again.

He knew there was no point in trying to convince his father.

He would never believe him.

Henry rolled his eyes and started to follow Shawn down the path. As he turned the bend, he thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye…

It was just a flash…a ringed tail disappearing behind a tree…

But by the time he looked, it was gone.

No…he told himself firmly, shaking his head as he marched on.

It's not possible.

The kid's got me seeing things…

Next time, I swear I'm coming by myself.