Sniffler knelt on the freshly churned ground, his eyes, affixed upon a freshly filled grave. He wore a black suit, white shirt, and black tie. He held a black top hat, his claws gripped the brim tightly. 

When he closed his eyes and images of the previous days flashed before him. Images of himself hurriedly rising from his bed to answer the phone to Spike out of Philadelphia, the sinking feeling in his stomach as he heard the words he never wanted to hear “DangerClose is down.” The panicked phone calls, the ordering of Elmo to the West, and the ordering of Ginger the Goatman to Chicago. He remembers the conference room that housed the defence committee. The highs, the lows and the inability of @DeadySin to hit a dartboard from an arm's reach away.

But now, it was done. The final shot had been fired and it was time to rebuild the world. Rebuilding was not going to be a lone effort, far from it, everyone has their role to play and shoes to fill. Sniffler had been asked to take on the mantle of Godfather Chairman and assume control over New York. 

“It’s time, Sniffler, it's time”. He felt a warm hand on his head. 

Sniffler looked up to the face of Ginger. Ginger smiled and reached out; helping the anteater to his paws. Sniffler walked forward and ran his paw over the words “DangerClose.”

“Goodbye, boss. I never wanted it this way. But I’m ready. I won't let you down”

Sniffler placed his hat upon his head and turned. He walked side by side with Ginger towards the car. Ginger quickly sped up and opened the door.

“Please allow me, Godfather Chairman”.

Godfather Chairman. The words echoed around Sniffler's head as the car made its way to Brooklyn and the old home of Morningwood. Sniffler exited the car and made his way inside. Changes were already being made. Kairi was busy redecorating. Boyardee was cooking up lunch. Elmo was clearing out Dangerclose’s old office. Sniffler made his way to check on progress. Inside he found Elmo sat upon a throne of skulls, his red fur shimmering against the whiteness of the skulls. Elmo smiled.

“I guess the rumors were true, who knew? Are we keeping it boss?”

Sniffler smiled. “Oh, we will keep it, let's keep it in your room for now. It suits you”.

Elmo gestured and some goats pranced over and began to drag the skull throne out of the office.  Elmo made his way over to a closet and opened it.

“What about this?”

Sniffler peered in cautiously. Inside was a large white bowl filled with blood. Sniffler looked at Elmo and smirked.

“Blood for the blood god”

“Yup blood for the blood god”

“Let’s change it to a shine to the goat god Keith. Seems more like my style.”

Elmo nodded in agreement.

“Anything else?” Sniffler asked.

“Just a few bits of paperwork” Elmo gestured to the desk.

Sniffler made his way over and scanned the papers. One took his interest. It was a folder marked highly confidently for Isabella's eyes only. Sniffler picked it up and scanned the pages. It was a list of hundreds of names past and present with notes. Some names were crossed out. Others highlighted. Sniffler looked at Elmo.

“Whose Isabella?”

Elmo shrugged. “No idea”

“OK, let's keep all of these. You never know when we might need them.” Sniffler dropped the folder on the desk.  “Anything else?”

Elmo shook his head.

Sniffler smiled. “Ok let me know if anything arises, I'm going to get some food from Boyardee.”

“Ants?” Elmo smirked.

“Ants,” Sniffler nodded.

Sniffler made his way out of the office. He turned in the doorway and looked back at Elmo. “Oh Elmo”

“Yes?”

“Thank you”

Sniffler turned and ambled his way towards the kitchen. He sat down and Boyardee placed a glass of ants before him. Sniffler raised to glass.

“To the future. Will it be different? Only time will tell but I will do my best.”