*Hey guys! The next episode will come out next week. This is published on February 1, 2020. 

Sam sat on his reeky bed alone, staring blankly out of the window that revealed harsh rain coming down on Fullsome. His thoughts were like race cars zooming around the race tracks. He thought about Guy, he thought about his former boss, he thought about his friends who were here with him. He shivered a bit while hugging his doll version of Guy tightly. He heard the door creaked open but he didn't bother to look behind him.

"Sam," A familiar female voice called his name gently.

Sam turned his head and smiled in relief to see Michellee entering his room. "Michellee."

Michellee sat on the bed next to him and stared out into the rain. She wore a grieving frown but that faded away when she saw Sam holding the doll version of Guy.

Sam flicked a glance at her and suddenly became embarrassed when he noticed Michellee seeing the doll of Guy, tears suddenly edged out of his eyes. "Um...it's not what you think."

Michellee frowned a bit more to see Sam like this. "You miss him too?"

Sam sighed while gazing back out of the window. "He's the first friend I ever made in my entire life...my only true friend...and I can't imagine a life without him."

"I can't either." Michellee shook her head while scooching closer to Sam.

"Where's E.B?"

"She went into the room with McWinkle, Dave, and Gluntz. I don't trust this town enough to leave E.B. in that room by herself. You shouldn't have to be in the room by yourself either."

Sam smiled sweetly at her. "Yeah...it's fine. I know you guys will be next door if I need any help."

Michellee exchanged a smile back. "Yeah. Still though."

Sam nodded his head in understanding while sighing deeply. "It's okay...I'm used to being alone. I hate it...but...I'm used to it."

"That's a hard thing to get used to."

"No. Not really."

Michellee widened her eyes to remember about Sam being an orphan. "Oh...right."

Sam looked down at his Guy doll and smiled. "It's not hard to get used to it until I met Guy...when I met Guy, it's like everything changed. I mean...if I haven't walked up to talk to him, both he and I wouldn't have changed. He wouldn't fall in love with you...he wouldn't even have the guts to try something. And if I haven't talked to him...I would've been stuck being a criminal and be alone...forever. So, in a way, I guess we both change each other. But now, without him...I'm alone again."

Michellee shook her head and put her gentle hands on his small shoulders. "No, Sam. You're not alone."

Sam's soft smile grew a bit bigger and he gazed into her eyes. "Really?"

"Of course." Michellee hugged Sam, which shocked him for a moment.

But, without control, Sam began to let out his tears onto Michellee's purple sweater and she didn't even mind.

Sam embraced Michellee tightly, knowing that right now, she's the only thing he can hold that was real. This was the third time where he didn't feel like he's going through everything alone. Guy comforted him first, then E.B, and now Michellee.

"It's going to be okay, Sam," Michellee whispered softly and comforting.

Sam smiled through the tears. "Thank you, Michellee."

"You're welcome."

Suddenly, they heard footsteps entering the room. Michellee glanced up to notice E.B, her daughter, entering the room with an alarming look on her face.

"E.B--?"

"Mom! Sam! You guys have to see this!" E.B shouted with urgency and sprinted out of the room.

Both Michellee and Sam dispersed quickly and followed the little girl next door to Sam's room. The door was left open so that both Michellee and Sam can easily enter the room. They saw that Dave was messing with the remote and pausing it at the right time. E.B. sat between Gluntz and Dave.

Dave noticed both Sam and Michellee. "You guys got to see this!"

"See what?" Michellee questioned immediately.

Dave pointed at the screen excitedly at the television, letting both Michellee and Sam look at it. Michellee covered her agape mouth instantly while Sam gasped dramatically when they saw Guy on TV.

"GUY?!?!?" Both Michellee and Sam exclaimed happily simultaneously.

"He's alive!!!" Sam backflipped onto the shelf with pure joy, causing the group to laugh at Sam's little excitement. He zoomed towards the television to see the part where the news broadcast showed Guy escaping from the prison building in Cherryville. "GUY!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! WE'LL GET YOU OUT!!"

"Uh, Sam...Guy's not trapped in the television," McWinkle noted plainly.

Sam shook his head and slapped his forehead softly with his palm. "Oh right. Sorry. I feel stupid now."

E.B shook her head with a sweet smile. "No. You're just happy."

McWinkle stared into space with his arms crossed. Gluntz noticed her partner staring into space randomly.

"What's wrong, McWinkle? Aren't you happy that Guy is alive?" Gluntz asked McWinkle.

McWinkle twisted his lips while giving an obvious gaze at the group. "You know, you guys could've just asked."

"Ask...what?" Dave responded while tilting his head.

Sam's eyes grew wider with realization. "Wait! You knew?!"

"Uh...yeah."

Everyone bulged their eyes out at McWinkle's answer.

"How did you--?"

McWinkle immediately took out a device that was big enough to have simple controls and a graphed screen, answering Michellee's question without her finishing. Within the screen, there's a green dot blinking.

"What's that?" Dave pointed at the screen.

"It's a tracking device. If Guy's dead, the green dot wouldn't blink anymore. But...since he's alive, the dot continued to blink."

"Wait, you're tracking Guy? How did you even get a tracker on him?" Gluntz threw her questions while being shocked by her partner's tricks.

McWinkle smirked at his group. "It wasn't me who put a tracking device on Guy."

Gluntz and Sam widened their eyes in sudden recognition while everyone else was left clueless.

"Who?" E.B. asked innocently.

~.~

Michael snored loudly in the big empty room while laying on the clean neat bed. The walls were gleaming white and the light switch was left on. Jean, the mouse, nuzzled up on top of Michael's chest, not knowing he's even sleeping on the fox. It's sudden Michael shoot straight up with eyes snapped open wide.

"I'm wide awake!!!" Michael shouted while unknowingly pushed Jean off of his chest. Jean was awoken by Michael's random outburst.

"What the heck, Michael?! I was trying to get a--" Jean's sentence was cut-off when he realized that they were in some kind of room. He noticed Guy just sleeping uncomfortably on the bed across from them. "Um...where are we?"

Michael glanced around the room. "I have no clue. Wait!! Someone just knocked us out and kidnapped us!"

"Yeah. Something's fishy about this place. It feels like a hospital but...it's not."

"Then, what is this place?"

They heard Guy moaning in disturbance, causing them to switch their gaze at him.

"Uh...Guy?" Michael spoke up while hearing Guy muttering something in his sleep. Jean climbed on the fox's shoulder.

"What is he muttering?" Jean asked, mostly to himself.

Michael stepped closer to Guy's bedside. He perked his ear up further to hear Guy muttering, "Please...don't take them...please...take me...take me...stop it."

Guy groaned in pain as if he got a migraine suddenly. He couldn't open his eyes, which startled both Michael and Jean.

"Uh...Guy," Michael called while gently shaking Guy's shoulder but it doesn't wake him up. "Guy, wake up. You're dreaming."

"Stop it!" Guy growled but it wasn't intentionally at Michael.

Michael began shaking Guy's shoulder firmly. "Guy, come on, man! You're dreaming."

"Please, don't hurt them," Guy muttered again while tossing and turning on the bed.

"Guy, please, wake up--!"

Out of nowhere, Guy unconsciously grabbed Michael's wrist harshly and yanked him. Michael screeched out his fear and slapped Guy in the face, causing Guy to snap his eyes wide open. Suddenly realizing that he's gripping tighter on Michael's wrist, Guy immediately let go of Michael. Michael collapsed on the floor with a shocked look on his face. Jean fell off of Michael's shoulder and tumbled onto the floor while waxing his ear to get the sound of Michael's scream out of his brain.

Guy breathed heavily with wide eyes in terror. He couldn't calm down. He looked around the room frantically. "Where are we?!"

"I have no idea! Man, you gave me a heart attack!" Michael commented while putting his hand over his chest.

Jean furrowed his brow and squeaked his response to Guy.

"Jean was wondering if you're okay," Michael translated for Guy, more calmly this time.

"Uh...yeah...I'm fine." Guy exhaled deeply and calmed his nerves. He examined the room again slowly and scooched off of his bed. Michael stood up to his feet and trembled a bit.

"So...just to be clear, we're all knocked out and kidnapped, right?" Michael recalled and rubbed his head.

Guy nodded his head. "Yeah...but by who?"

"I hope it's not the Ghost," Michael muttered underneath his breath, which both Jean and Guy heard.

Jean furrowed his brow. "What is with the Ghost anyway? Why can they just not kill people?"

"You know, I have the same question," Michael spoke up and noticed the door to their right. "Wait for a second--"

Michael strode towards the door and jiggled on the doorknob. "Rats! It's locked! Wait, Guy, do you have any more pins for lockpicking?"

Guy examined his body for a second and realized something was missing. "Oh no."

"What?"

"My jacket...it had the pins inside one of the pockets."

"Don't tell me you're trying to escape by lockpicking?" A voice interrupted their interaction, which shocked all three of them.

"Uh...hello? Who are you and why did you kidnap us?" Michael questioned immediately.

Jean shook his head and squeaked.

Michael shot a withering glare at Jean. "What? I need to know."

"I have food and we can talk it over this. I'll explain everything to you," the deep and hollow voice spoke up from the other side of the door.

Guy raised his brow with a glare. "Alright...but you better not play any tricks."

"I have no tricks up my sleeve. If I do, you would know."

They heard the lock clicking and watched the doorknob turn in front of them. The door was pushed open ajar to reveal a hooded figure again. He had three plates of green eggs and ham while balancing the two plates on his arm and head. He had a free hand that was hidden inside of the dark cloak with the black belt around his waist, providing a bit of mistrust for Guy. The hooded figure used his ankle to shut the door behind him...which automatically locked itself. He set the plates down on the bed Michael was just sleeping on and faced them.

"Sorry for the inconvenience. I know that you all are officially confused and freak out. Here's what's coming down to, all three of you are being hunted. In fact, it's not just you three...everyone you have or will come to contact with is in immediate peril."

"Why are you telling us this?" Guy growled at the hooded figure, still trying to figure out why he wouldn't trust him. "Why should we trust you?"

"I want to help you, Guy. I want to help you and your friends. But I can't do it if you won't trust me."

"If you want to help us, why kidnap us?" Michael popped in the question.

The hooded figure turned his head slightly at the fox. "Because you guys can't know where you are. If you do, you'll know the trails of how you ended up here...what if one of you had the Ghost tracker or some assassin following you and you don't even know it? This place you're in now is discreet and secretive. Most of all, safe. So, all I can say for where you are is you're in a safe place now."

There's a brief awkward pause while Guy didn't seem convinced. "If you want us to trust you, then who are you?"

The room got quiet again. The figure sighed while fanning himself.

"Man, it's getting hot in here," The figure groaned to himself, not purposefully trying to evade the question. He put his hands into the hood and took out the mouth mask and goggles, which caused the group to become wide-eyed. Guy squinted closer at the hooded figure to see his face. But his face was still hidden.

The figure bent over and pulled the cloak over his head, revealing some dark blue fur. It's sudden that Guy bulged his eyes out in recognition when the hood was no longer covering the dark blue fur man. His face read a great mixture of confusion and shock when he recognized the man behind the hood. Michael and Jean tilted their heads in bewilderment, not knowing who it was.

"T-Terrance?" Guy stuttered in his words.

Terrance, the blue fur man from the train, cornered a small weak smile at Guy. "Hey, Guy."

"I'm sorry...Terrance? Wait, how did you guys know each other?" Michael probed Guy with his questions.

Guy blinked a bit while staring at Terrance. "You...were that attendant from the train. Wait, how did you find me?"

Terrance grabbed Guy's hat immediately and turned it inside out to show off a tracker device that blinked green light. Guy widened his eyes in shock.

"I put a tracking device in your hat while being an undercover attendant. I was also the one who helped you out of the hospital in Cherryville and out of prison," Terrance specified and lost his smile. "And Terrance wasn't my real name."

"Then...what is your real name?"

"Louis...Louis McWinkle."

"McWinkle...? Wait, I didn't know he had a son."

Louis smiled softly at Guy. "Now you know."

So, Terrance was really named Louis McWinkle? Oh, I've been wanting to tell you all this entire time since episode three! You have no clue how hard was for me to not spoil this!

Michael tilted his head. "Wait for a second, are you even the Ghost?"

"Undercover Ghost." Louis glanced at the fox with a bit more of a serious look. "It's part of the job."

"What job?" Guy snarled a bit, having millions of questions running through his brain.

Louis took out his wallet with a golden badge and his license in it. "I'm a detective. Detective Louis McWinkle."

"You sure do get your hands dirty for being a detective." Guy shifted his gaze from Louis's license to Louis himself.

Louis cornered a smirk at him. "That's part of every detective work, Guy."

Jean twitched his whiskers and raised his brow at Louis. He squeaked a question at Louis, who seemed calm when he heard the mouse squeak.

"I have a safe place because where else can we talk without being watched by the Ghost or by the madman himself?" Louis answered the mouse, who had his eyes wide with shock.

Both Michael and Guy bulged out their eyes too at Louis's translation.

"Wait, you can understand him too?!" Michael gasped.

Louis nodded his head. "Yeah. I learned Animal Linguistics at one point in the police academy. We learn all kinds of animal languages like a goat, mouse, chickens, and foxes as well...though the foxes are more complicated than the rest of the animals."

Michael tilted his head again in curiosity. "So...what does the fox say?"

Louis pondered for a moment. "Well, one of the things that were used was Ding-ding-ding-ding!!"

Michael's eyes became droopy suddenly without anyone noticing.

Guy raised his brow with pure confusion. "How does that sound like a fox--?"

Michael collapsed on the floor suddenly, startling the group.

Guy used his foot to shake Michael slightly. "Michael...Michael, wake up."

Louis clenched his teeth together. "Yeah, he's gonna be knocked out for a long time."

Although, Guy immediately began to have a headache. A major headache.

Wait...why was Guy all of a sudden getting a headache? Is he going insane? Guy, can you hear me?! If you can hear me, nod your head!

Guy nodded his head slightly while hearing his own thoughts.

"What's going on? What's happening?!" Guy's thoughts were too fast to process.

"Uh, Guy," Louis called out but everything became a blur for Guy. "Guy!"

Guy could've sworn he's hearing other voices in his head beside his own.

"You sir, have a gift." Guy heard Sam's voice even though Sam wasn't in the room with him. Sam had said that before too...and he remembered when. It's when they were on the train.

"Where were you?!" Guy heard Jeffrey's voice, screaming at him from the void. He couldn't respond to it.

"Guy Am I, you are a reckless dangerous man!" Michellee's voice peered through the darkness.

Guy became dizzy and his legs began to wobble.

"Why can't you succeed? Why are you such a failure?" Guy heard his own thoughts this time and they were never existent.

"You're not good enough!" An unfamiliar voice echoed in the darkness.

"Guy! Guy! Stay with me! What's happening to you?!"

Guy saw Louis grabbing his shoulders and trying to shake him to snap out of whatever was going on. Before Guy could listen to Louis further, everything blacked out around him while his headache continued to hurt.

Guy passed out in Louis's arms. Louis placed him beside the bed and examined him. "Please don't tell me the fox language work on you too."

That's a ridiculous thought that he considered but deep down, he knew it was something else. Louis glanced down at Guy's bandage leg...which was there surprisingly throughout the season. Louis unwrapped the bandage around Guy's leg to see the wound he had was healed. But...something was not right.

"I need his blood sample," Louis muttered to himself.

"What?!" Jean spoke up with shock in his tone.

Louis chuckled to himself, forgetting that the mouse was watching the whole thing. "Oh, forgot you're there. Well, since both of your friends are passed out--"

Louis quickly took out his tranquilizer and shot it at the mouse before Jean made any reaction. Jean fainted and blacked out on the bed next to a plate.

Louis cleared his throat. "Sorry."

Louis glanced at Guy for one last time. "Yeah, I definitely need to see your blood sample. I think I may have stick something inside of you by pure accident." 

To Be Continued...

*The end credits song will always be Whispers in the Dark by Skillet.*

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