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The hours ticked by while everyone waited anxiously in the hollow house at night. Louis went into the hospital where the paramedics put Guy's family in to check to see if they're okay. Guy watched the front door anxiously while having Michellee beside him.

Michellee noticed Guy looking distressed while grabbing his hand. "Are you doing okay?"

"I-I just hope that they won't die...Dave, Mom, and Dad have so much to live for."

Michellee leaned her head onto his shoulder. She didn't know what to say to give comfort to Guy.

"You don't have to say anything comforting, honey...I'm going to be fine," Guy spoke up a bit. Michellee realized that he could read her mind with a small smile.

"We're going to be fine...I-I'm just worried about E.B. What are they going to do to my child? She's the only child I have...I can't lose her," Michellee replied but began to sob a bit.

Guy wrapped his arm around her. "We're going to get E.B. back. If they lay one finger on her, I'll kill them."

Suddenly, Louis strode in through the front door, panting like he's been running.

Guy stood up immediately. "Anything about Mom and Dad? Anything about Dave? Are they all going to be okay?"

Louis sighed sadly. "Guy...they're dead...all of them. By the time, your parents made it to the hospital, it was too late to save them. As for Dave...they-they couldn't save him either. I-I'm sorry."

Gluntz overheard this, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She rushed towards the dining table and began sobbing into her gloved hands. Guy's eyes trembled...taking in the information he just gathered. His lips quivered while he strode out of the house. Michellee watched him going towards his treehouse, figuring that he needed time to process his emotions. She got up from the couch and comforted Gluntz, talking softly to her at the dining table.

Louis told McWinkle about what happened to Guy's family and chatted about their concerns and their plans on what to do next to rescue E.B. and Sam. Michael and Jean discussed the topics away from the subject of death. Cosette, Jean's wife, and Fawn, his child, were playing a fun little game called chess to evade the subject.

Four hours passed by. Goat watched the crowd alone, having thoughts racing into million different things. He glanced out of the window and up at the treehouse. He sighed heavily while looking around the kitchen.

Goat grabbed the plate of sizzling green eggs and ham and took it with him. He strolled through the backyard, searching for Guy through the huge tree. He found a blue sheet tent and a platform that he could climb to. He climbed up the tree with the plate balancing on his head. He reached the platform finally and placed the green eggs and ham plate on it. His hooves clattered onto the wooden platform while he heard a deep sigh. Goat whipped his gaze up to notice Guy's back turned. He didn't bother turning around to face Goat.

"You know, there's a door for a specific reason," Guy groaned a bit, wanting to be left alone.

Goat glanced over his shoulder and then back at the tent with a soft smirk. "Didn't see a door, compadre."

Guy didn't respond to his snarky comment, which made him lose his smirk. It's probably not the best time to make snarky remarks.

Goat sat outside of the tent and scooched the plate forward a bit. "I brought you some green eggs and ham in case you're hungry."

"Are you expecting me to share?"

"Well...you said you wouldn't eat them with a goat. So, I don't expect you to," Goat recalled the memory of when he offered to eat green eggs and ham with Guy...well...after tearing down the cabin Guy and Sam were in. It's reasonable that Guy said he wouldn't eat them with the goat.

"I didn't like them back then...I wouldn't even try them back then," Guy responded a bit with a sigh.

"Hey, at least you expanded your horizons."

Guy didn't respond to Goat's enthusiasm.

Goat lost his enthusiasm. "I just brought these up here just in case."

"I-I'm not hungry."

"Alright." Goat stared at the food for a moment and then back up at Guy in the tent. "I'm sorry about your parents...and your brother."

Guy didn't respond again. He probably didn't want to talk about it.

Goat sighed a bit. "Look, I just want to see if you're okay."

"I'm fine...just fine." Guy choked on his words. "I just wanted to be alone."

"You've been alone for four hours, amigo."

"And you care...?"

Goat flicked his ears a bit. "Yes."

Guy chuckled a bit. "You know, you're still the last person who I expected to comfort me."

Goat smiled softly. "You haven't known me completely. Just like I haven't known you completely."

"Then...why come up here?"

"I just told you, friend, I want to make sure you're okay."

Guy turned around and noticed Goat sitting outside of his tent. "Why do you even care? You didn't before...in fact...you would want me dead."

There's a sad pause while Goat gazed down on the wooden platform.

"Because I know what it's like to watch the ones you loved most suffer and lose them."

Guy softened his gaze but didn't respond.

"I was alone. At the time, I didn't think I need anybody. I worked blindly with criminals for years and was responsible for hurting people and animals."

Goat continued to inch his way into the tent while he kept talking. "I guess that's something I couldn't take back of what I did to you and Sam. And...I know a sorry isn't going to make up for it...but I really am sorry. That's off of my chest now. The other reason is that...I just didn't want someone else, who went through what I went through, to feel like they're alone. Whether that would be you or anyone else...it doesn't matter. I went through that tragedy alone and no one ever stuck by me and told me that I was never alone...and I never did that for anyone who might have gone through worst or what I've gone through. I realized now that the pain doesn't just hurt one person and one person only. It can happen to people around you. Someone next to you might lose someone they love. Maybe, a total stranger might have suffered the losses and grievances that might mirror yours. You never know."

Guy pondered for a moment, taking in of what Goat was saying. "You came up here...because you don't want me to feel like I'm the only one suffering in this kind of pain?"

Goat nodded his head in confirmation with a smirk cornered on his mouth. "Did you read my mind?"

Guy shrugged a bit with a smile. "Yeah."

Goat chuckled a bit. "Figures."

"Thank you," Guy replied genuinely.

Goat widened his eyes in shock, not expecting Guy's response. "Uh...no problem, amigo."

Guy sighed a bit. "I'm still contemplating whether that's how you're really feeling or you're just saying what I want to hear--"

"I don't spare the truth...another thing, I have the stupid truth serum still inside of me that your friend, Gluntz, gave me."

Both Goat and Guy chuckled.

"That's actually kind of funny," Guy remarked.

"It wasn't when you're the one stuck with it. I don't even know how long those last--."

"I guess for a day. In the morning, you will be fine."

Goat nodded his head in understanding. "Yes. I don't have to re-tell my origin story to new people."

"Heh, but I can read your mind," Guy stated with a laugh.

Goat gave Guy the deadpan stare. "One step at a time, compadre...one step at a time."

Guy ended his laugh and sighed a bit. "Does Louis and McWinkle have a plan on how we can rescue both E.B. and Sam?"

Goat pondered for a moment and then shook his head. "I don't think so."

Guy thought for a moment with a sigh while noticing the green eggs and ham in front of him. "Are you going to eat that?"

"No, I'm just going to wait till it gets cold and then eat it," Goat replied with a sarcastic smirk. "I just brought these for you. I can take them--"

Guy grabbed the fork from the plate and took a bite of the ham, the food still warm. "I don't want them to go to waste."

Goat smiled softly. "Well, I'm hungry too. Here, let me help."

Goat picked up one of the eggs with his hooves and tasted the flavor. "I don't get it. How come you never tried Green Eggs and Ham?"

"I find it pointless to try them back then."

Goat chuckled. "Well, you missed out on a lot."

"Yeah."

There's a brief pause as both Goat and Guy shared a plate of green eggs and ham. Guy saw Goat was thinking something out loud in his mind.

"I think I have a plan."

Guy took a bite of his ham again and glanced at Goat. "So, what's the plan?"

Goat jumped for a bit while flicking his ears. "Man, that scared me a bit."

"Sorry."

"Well...I think I know someone who can help us find out more about your powers. Besides mind-reading, using the force, self-healing, and something else that I can't remember."

"Alright...who is it?"

"He's known as the Seer."

"The...Seer?"

"Yeah, he might be able to help us find out what kind of powers you have other than the ones you showed us."

"And...why do you think that we needed to find out?"

"Well, think about it. It might be a way to defeat Jeckles."

Guy thought about it for a moment. "Well, in my dream...it did say something about how I-I can stop Jeckles from burning up the world by using my 'gift'. Maybe there should be advantages we can use for this."

"Now you're getting what I'm saying."

"Where's this Seer you mentioned?"

"Meepville. We got to take a boat there."

"Alright."

They suddenly heard screams and glass shattering. Both of them quickly headed out of the tent and glanced down at the commotion inside of the house.

"Yeah! Knockout!" They heard Michael shouting.

"They must have caught somebody. Come on!" Guy urged as both Goat and Guy climbed down from the treehouse and entered the house.

When they entered the kitchen, they found a passed out hooded figure and Michael standing over the knocked out person with a broken glass vase in his grip.

McWinkle examined the assassin and took all the weapons off of him. The assassin appeared to be injured with a stab wound on his chest.

"How did he get in there?" Goat pointed at the assassin.

Michellee glared at the assassin. "He's been hiding here in this house all this time!"

"Kill him!" Gluntz determined with a growl.

Louis stepped into the situation. "Wait! I have an idea!"

"What?" Jean asked quickly.

"We need to interrogate him," Louis commented urgently.

"What does interrogating him do for us?!" Michael growled at Louis's idea.

Guy pondered for a moment. "That could work."

"Huh?!" Michael gasped a bit.

Michellee caught up with what Guy was thinking. "If we interrogate him...maybe he can help us find E.B."

"Maybe even Sam," Guy added.

McWinkle took the time to think for a moment and then smiled a bit. "Not a bad idea. The question is...who's going to be the good cop and the bad cop?"

"I'll take the good cop," Louis volunteered with a hand raised slightly like he's in a classroom.

McWinkle nodded his head in understanding. "Alright. Who's going to be the bad cop? Who's good at intimidating and scaring the living daylights out of people?"

"I can scare people...but not on command," Michael muttered to himself.

There's silence in the room.

"I would've shot him the moment he opened his mouth," Gluntz growled a bit, aggressive.

"Yeah, we won't make you the bad cop...there's nobody who wants to slam their fists and torture them...anyone?" McWinkle appealed but no one opened their mouths.

However, Guy had the perfect candidate. He moved his eyes over at Goat, who's just sitting there silent. Goat glanced up at Guy, noticing him smirking.

"I don't like the look you're giving me, compadre," Goat replied. "That's the same look you had when I was flying your flying contraption. You knew it would explode!"

Guy smirked widely. "So, you know what I'm thinking?"

Goat flicked his ears irritably. "I can't read minds, amigo."

"You can intimidate anyone you want and at will. You're the craziest and the most violent goat I have ever met in my entire life!" Guy remarked with a shout.

"That's true," McWinkle concurred with Guy.

"Yep," Gluntz pointed out.

"Oui," Jean implemented his opinion.

Michellee nodded her head. "You do have all those weapons in the living room and...shot Guy in the shoulder."

"And on top of that, you shot and killed assassins in your path," Louis added.

"We see what you're capable of, man." Michael pointed out to Goat.

There's a pause as Goat sighed deeply. "Fine, I'll be the bad cop. But don't think I'll ease upon him."

"We're not expecting you to. Come on, we got to tie up this punk and question him," McWinkle urged.

"Right!" Gluntz growled. 

To Be Continued...