*Hey guys, this is the final episode and to warn you, it's going to be long. It might more than five parts. Sorry for the long part and chapter but this finale is going to make an impact on the story's ending and into the next season(I am planning on writing another season because I'm obsessed with this show). Anyways, I don't know when the next part will come out. Hopefully by today. This is updated on March 28, 2020. Have a blessed day! Again, the intro is One Foot by Walk the Moon. Enjoy!*

Whoa, whoa, wait, WHAT?!?!? How is Jeffrey alive?!

E.B. and Fawn stared up at this man who claimed to be Jeffrey Am I at the front desk in the Meepville police station.

"Jeffrey Am I?" the lady inquired to confirm his name.

"Yes," Jeffrey answered.

E.B. couldn't say anything...this new hope is finally poking through the darkness but the question is...how is Jeffrey still freaking alive?! He was killed off in Episode Four and now he's alive?! What the heck?! Writer...explain! Explain everything right now!

The woman took note of the man's name. "Alright...do you have a place--?"

"Yep...I do."

"Alright...well, we'll get on that kidnapping," The woman replied to E.B.

"Okay," E.B. uttered meekly, having absolutely nothing to say.

Jeffrey guided her out of the police station while sighing deeply. "Are you Guy's daughter?"

E.B. nodded her head. "Well, step-daughter. And you're Jeffrey am I! Guy talked so much about you and---"

There's a brief pause as they walked through the streets of Meepville.

"What?" Jeffrey questioned softly.

E.B. rubbed her arm with a sad gaze at the concrete ground. "He thought that you're dead...we all thought you're dead. How were you alive? How did you survive?"

Jeffrey stopped for a moment to think. "I was almost dead. But...it's almost like something just pulled me back to life and I woke up in that hospital...I was surprised that Guy wasn't there at the hospital."

"He was there...he thought that you're dead and--wait a minute," E.B. replied while having an immediate flashback of when Goat took a shot at Guy back at Guy's parent's house in Stovepipe...before she's kidnapped. She saw how his body could mend itself back up from the shot. Also, she realized that her cuts and bruises from the assassins were gone after she hugged Guy. So the question was...if Guy could automatically heal himself...then could he have healed the people he touched? Maybe it wasn't just himself that he can heal...maybe he can heal others like her as well.

Jeffrey raised his brow. "Is there something wrong?"

"It's going to sound crazy," E.B. answered meekly.

"I can handle it."

"Well...Guy...has powers."

There's a brief awkward pause.

"I'm sorry, what?"

E.B. took a deep breath to get ready to explain the whole situation to Jeffrey. "Okay...so on the train, Guy was accidentally injected with a chemical that can give him powers to defend himself and others with. So, you guys must have an encounter with each other after the train and that's when you guys made amends and you got shot...you could've died but Guy touched you which...healed you, I guess. And--"

"Wait for a second...I think I know what you're talking about. Jeckles had someone steal those ingredients so that he could make himself that chemical...that's what it does?"

E.B. nodded her head. "Yep...and also your coworkers are robots."

Jeffrey silenced himself for a brief moment, taking in all the information. "Let me get this straight. Both my big brother and my former boss have powers and my coworkers are robots...?"

"I didn't know Jeckles had the power--"

"He didn't send anyone to steal the ingredients to make some sort of chemical for nothing. I knew he's going to use it for himself eventually," Jeffrey responded while taking a deep breath. "We got to go to Floriana. We got to rescue our family."

"Wait, really?! But...how will we get there?" E.B. probed on with the questions.

"I was planning on finding Guy here...hoping that I could talk to him discreetly...but you're actually here and--"

Suddenly, a dark red truck pulled up beside them. An old reddish-orange furred man poked his head out from the backseat window with glistening white Einstein hair and big oval glasses.

"Jeffrey! Did you get---who's that?" The old man asked.

Suddenly, a familiar couple poked their heads out of the window next to the old man.

"E.B!" The married couple recognized E.B. with excitement.

"Karen?! Robert?!" E.B. gasped excitedly while the passenger window was rolled down to reveal two other men, older than both Guy and Jeffrey, with one of them having a purple fur and a mohawk and another one was blue with a top-hat.

"You must be this E.B. he won't stop talking about," The blue-furred man replied to E.B. with a smile.

"Yeah, are you Guy's other older brothers?" E.B. asked innocently. "And...who's he?"

The older brothers leaned back to reveal the driver driving the red truck. His red flannel shirt glimmered in the light while his familiar gentle eyes gazed at E.B.

"Hey, kiddo," The driver responded with a gentle smile.

"Dave...?" E.B. uttered the name, recognizing the driver instantly. Her smile widened even more; she wanted to pinch herself to see if she's even dreaming at this point. "The last time I saw you...you were fatally wounded."

"I was...I don't know how I was even alive," Dave responded with a sigh.

"Wait! Did Guy touch you?!" E.B. shouted her question.

"Uh...yeah...when he's trying to help me," Dave answered awkwardly with a nervous laugh.

"I hugged him before I went into the hospital," Robert added.

"Jeffrey gave me the antidote to heal me from the wounds that horrible man made," Karen added her story while referring to Jeffrey.

E.B. turned her head to look up at Jeffrey. "You did?"

Jeffrey nodded his head in confirmation. "Yep. After I got out of the hospital...I went to look for Guy. Until I got into Stovepipe and discovered that my parents were in the hospital. I went into it and saw that Dad and Dave recovered but Mom was paralyzed. She was heavily injured...so, I used the antidote that I carry around a lot because as Ghosts...in case you get horribly injured...you can inject yourself with those things. I'm glad I saved it...otherwise, it wouldn't save Mom."

"That's right," Karen responded with a nod.

"Wait, so why did you ask if Guy touched me?" Dave asked out of plain curiosity.

"Dave, you know how Guy can heal himself from gunshots or cuts?" E.B. questioned immediately.

"Yeah."

"If he can self-heal himself...does that mean he could have healed you and Robert too? Along with Jeffrey?"

Dave widened his eyes with pure fascination. "WAIT! WHAT?! Really?!"

E.B. nodded her head in confirmation.

"That sounds epic," The purple furred brother complimented while stifling a laugh. But his laughter ended quickly. "Wait...Guy has powers?"

"Yeah, we'll explain it on the way," Dave replied quickly while signaling his other blue brother to popped the passenger door open. "Hop in!"

E.B. smiled widely while she climbed into the red vehicle and into the backseat with the kids with Fawn, the silent child mouse, holding onto her neck. Jeffrey opened the back door and sat by his grandpa and his parents.

"Where are we heading, little brother?" Dave asked Jeffrey.

"Floriana. It should be a two-hour drive from Meepville," Jeffrey responded urgently.

"Alright."

The doors were shut close as Dave began to drive the car through the streets of Meepville, heading for Floriana.

~.~

Guy's Dream:

Guy fluttered his eyes open, his vision blurry. He groaned a bit in pain while looking around the new place he's waking up in. He felt like he's just floating in the air...maybe that's what he's doing. He widened his eyes quickly to see that he's in the dark void. There's nothing around him. He shivered in the cold while trying to whip his head around him, finding himself spinning a bit.

"Hello?!" Guy spoke up, his voice echoing in the darkness. "Where am I now?!"

There's no response, which made him gruff a bit.

"Figures."

Guy heard his own thoughts again, but he didn't freak out. For now, he knew his thoughts were the only thing he could hear. Although, he began to hear something else like whispers...but it's not from him or the people he knew. He could tell that it's from complete strangers. They were mumbling something but he didn't comprehend what they were saying. The more he listened, the clearer the whispers became.

"You belong here."

"This has to happen."

"Don't be afraid."

Guy didn't have any clue if those whispers were meant for him or just some random voices from the dark. The whispers grew louder and louder, causing him to question what's going on. It's sudden that his body plummeted through the void and crashed into the water. He held in his breath as he waved his arms out of control. He glanced around the underwater void to notice something sinking ahead. He squinted closer to notice a symbol engraved on a sinking cold-air balloon. It's a circle with two snakes crossing each other like an 'X' mark. The light from the symbol flickered at him, almost like it's calling him. Though, Guy immediately shook his head as the cold-air balloon disappeared from his sights as if it's just a hallucination. He began to suffocate from holding his breath for too long. He whipped his glance around and started to wave his arms around like a maniac. It's sudden that something was pulling him down further under the water.

Bubbles began to form out of Guy's mouth from him spitting out the words. He couldn't swim up or fight against the current dragging him down into the water. He squeezed his eyes shut while his lungs hurt.

As if it's instant, Guy snapped his eyes open with a heavy gasp while sitting up from the cold concrete ground. His orange fur was soaked as he took deep heavy breaths. He blinked his eyes while realizing that he's in an unfamiliar dark hallway.

"Hello?!" Guy shouted, his voice echoing the dark halls. "Please, tell me what's going on!"

Tears edged out of Guy's eyes, which he had no clue what the reason was. Maybe it's because he's scared. Just scared of something, but what was it? Guy's hands began to glow, causing him to look down at them. His hands glow brightly, lighting up the hall he's in. When he looked up, his vision suddenly changed as he overlooked the burning big city that had a coast on the other side. From the highest hill, Guy could see a massive wave coming over the city, washing out the fire within the buildings and the small homes. The water splashed up against the hill he was standing on. Guy looked over at the flooded big city, his heart racing.

"What the--?" Guy turned his head to spot the wooden sign that read:

"Welcome to Floriana."

Guy bulged his eyes out in complete shock.

"This has to happen."

That one line whisper was loud into Guy's ears, letting him recognize someone's familiar voice.

"Why is your voice familiar?!" Guy shouted desperately while looking up at the skies.

"Do you remember me? Back at the tree?"

Guy raised his brow while wandering on top of the hill he's standing on. "The tree?"

"Where you saw the pasts of your friends; including Sam's?"

Guy rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Why can't you just say that you're the Lorax?!"

"I was trying to keep a mysterious vibe, sheesh."

"Alright, why are you in my head?! What's happening?!"

"I told you, I can get into your head whether it's on purpose or by accident...but...this time it's on purpose since you are being taken by Jeckles right now along with your friends."

"How do you know I'm being taken?!"

"Honestly, I saw on the news that there's a sinkhole in Meepville caused by some magnetic force...it might have something to do with both you and Jeckles."

"Wait, how do you know about Jeckles? Why didn't you tell us that he has powers? Since you're the one who can predict the future."

"I'm not the only one who can predict the future, Guy."

Guy blinked his eyes for him to realize what the Lorax was talking about. He groaned irritably.

"Also, it would mess up the time that you guys are in. And I did tell you, Guy. Well, I hinted it. Thought you could figure it out."

Guy pouted a bit with his arms crossed while gazing down at the water. "Sorry if I wasn't as smart as you thought I was."

"Oh, come on, don't be like that. There's a way to defeat Jeckles."

Guy glared up at the sky. "I just want my family safe from that madman. Who do you think I am? Some kind of a superhero?!"

"I don't know...do you think you're a superhero?"

"No." Guy's voice cracked when he answered, sadness forming into his eyes. "No, I'm not. I'm nowhere near a superhero. I-I failed at every turn and my inventions constantly explode. I lose the people I love over some dumb mistake that was either my fault or someone else's. And now...I just let Jeckles take me and everyone else here with me...it's my fault that everyone was taken...that I was taken. Now, he's going to take away the powers I have...and killed everyone like a crazy madman...I don't know how I will ever stop him. I-I don't know what I can do to prevent what's going to happen."

Guy slowly sat on the hill, overlooking the flooded city. "I just...I just don't know anymore, Lorax. I just don't know. I wished that I have the answers to all the questions that I have...but there are some things I don't know. I don't even know if I'm going to live through this."

There's a pause while tears streamed down on Guy's face. He curled himself up and wrapped his arms around his legs while burying his forehead into his arms. He closed his eyes. "I'm not the hero, Lorax."

There's a pause, a brief pause that seemed to make him more heartbroken. The Lorax hadn't responded to him, maybe thinking from reality that Guy was right about himself or thought about going to someone else to save everyone.

"Guy," Guy heard the Lorax's voice again but he didn't lift his head. "Heroes are failures too."

That caught Guy's attention as he lifted his head to look up at the sky again.

"Do you think heroes are made perfect in every shape and form? Going from city to city without having any fear of making any mistakes? Heck, do you think they could save everyone from havoc? Heh, they wished. But no...people die in times of havoc and it might not be their fault but they'll think it's their fault or other people will say it's their fault. They have flaws, fears, weaknesses--things that they can or can't control. They are not perfect in everything. The perfect and flawless superheroes that you or your kids see on tv...that stuff isn't even real. They make mistakes...why do you think Superman rewind time? So that he wouldn't make a stupid mistake again and saved the people he loves. Think about the firefighters, the soldiers, and even the local police officers. They don't have powers and they are flawed...but, Guy, what do you think makes them a hero?"

Guy paused, pondering up an answer.

"The fact that, despite their flaws, they got up and did the heroic deed. Putting other's needs before theirs and make an effort to try. Try to change the world for the better. Try to save the ones who were in peril. Yes, they make mistakes--but in the end, they got back up and fix them. And, Guy, that's exactly who you are. You put other's needs before yours. You put the effort to try new things. You try to change the world for the better and save the ones who were in peril. You make mistakes, sure, but in the end...you got up and fix them. You stood up against those who pose a threat and protect the ones the people that needed to be saved. You still don't think you're the hero? Maybe you should change perspectives...instead of looking at your past failures...look into your success. You have a wonderful family despite not being related by blood, you have friends who supported you, and you have a gift with creativity and so much more."

Guy noticed his hands glowing again and stared at them. This time, a warm smile edged on his face. He shifted his gaze back over at the ocean, which slowly pulled away from the city and revealed the city's beauty along with its brokenness. He knew it had to happen...but how?

Reality:

Goat slowly lifted his eyelids, feeling someone laying on top of him. Usually, he would push someone off violently but he's too tired to push whoever was on top of him. His vision was blurry at first but when it was cleared he realized that he's on the motorboat with his group of friends. Goat glanced up to see that Michael, the fox, was resting his head on top of him like a pillow. Goat smiled slightly at the cuteness of how the fox was sleeping but the thought subsided. He carefully moved back to get Michael off of him but tried not to disturb him while he's sleeping. He gently placed Michael's head on the seat of the motorboat, noticing Jean and his wife sleeping on top of the fox's shoulder.

Goat looked around the boat some more, noticing that the weeds were closed in on them like a cage. He noticed McWinkle laying against the weeded wall while snoring a bit. How could he not have heard the big man snoring? Goat leaned forward a bit from his seat to notice Louis leaning against McWinkle with a soft snore with Gluntz laying comfortably on him. He smirked.

"I'm so going to give them a hard time when they wake up," Goat muttered underneath his breath and glanced across from him. He saw Guy and Michellee leaning against each other while sleeping deeply. Sam laid on their laps and was curled up like a cat. Goat lost his smirk and smiled at them softly, a bit envious about how close they were despite everything.

Goat's smile was turned upside down when he thought back on his family. He remembered how close he was to reach them when they were burned alive in front of him. How trapped they were in that small town while he could run away from the fire. He knew he was going to die along with everyone he had journeyed with. Was he going to watch them all die in front of him the same way he saw his family die? No, he would rather die first then watch the people who he got to call a family to die. Maybe he's just overthinking it.

Michael lifted his eyelids and noticed Goat sitting next to him, deep in thought. The fox craned his head while noticing Jean and Cosette resting his shoulder. He warily picked them up and placed them on the seat next to him while he sat up. The mice couple were resting comfortably in each other's embrace. He smiled at the couple while shifting his attention on Goat, who's just flicking his ears a bit.

"You okay?" He spoke up.

Goat snapped out of his trance and quickly gazed at the fox. "Oh...yeah, I'm fine, amigo. How did you sleep?"

"Uh...besides knowing that we're all going to die later, I say I slept fine," Michael answered nervously. "You?"

"Yeah...maybe if I didn't have to past out due to being suffocated by the weeds."

"Right," Michael uttered while looking around the weeds caging them. "Okay, this dude has some obsession with weeds."

Goat shrugged his shoulders. "If I had to be honest, I don't know what's up with weeds either. I know it represents fear for Guy...but what does it represent for Jeckles?"

"Power," A voice answered, causing both Goat and Michael's ears to perk up.

They turned their heads to notice that the voice came from outside.

"Uh...Jeckles...are you out there?" Michael questioned.

"I wouldn't ask, zorro," Goat cautioned Michael.

Michael raised his brow while looking at Goat. "What does 'zorro' mean? It sounds pretty epic."

"It means fox in Spanish," Goat responded simply.

"Oh." Michael paused for a moment while smiling. "I like it."

"Cool, that's your nickname for now on."

"Thanks, man."

"Huh, you two are the first ones to wake up," Jeckles's voice echoed from outside.

Goat growled while charging through the weeds to see what's outside of the cage they're in but the weeds pushed him back into the cage. He crashed onto the ground, waking McWinkle up with a startle. He blinked his eyes for a moment and noticed Goat paralyzed on the ground, with an enraged look on his face.

"Don't laugh, compadre," Goat pointed his hoof at McWinkle.

McWinkle chuckled a bit. "Wasn't planning to." He shifted his gaze over at his sleeping son, who had Gluntz laying on him. He had his brow raised but shook the thought while scooching away from both of them. He swept his gaze at his new surroundings. "I can't see anything through these weeds...where are we?"

Goat sniffed in the air. "I guess we're stuck in the sewers...on a motorboat."

"We're heading somewhere," Michael muttered while shivering.

"Where is the question with an obvious answer," Goat predicted with a gruff.

"An obvious answer?" Michael questioned.

"Yes...we're going to Floriana," McWinkle answered grimly.

Michellee woke up to that answer while moving her eyes around to notice she's leaning on Guy with Sam resting in their laps. She smiled warmly at both of the boys while stroking Sam's shoulder and caressing Guy's face with her other hand. She took another gaze around the place to notice that they were in the cage of weeds.

"Hey, you're awake, amiga," Goat acknowledged Michellee being awake along with Jean and Cosette.

Michael approached the mice couple. "Are you guys doing okay?"

Jean checked with his wife, who's gaining consciousness, to see if she's alright. Cosette nodded her head with a smile while she cupped her paws on her husband's face. Jean stretched out his smile, rubbing against his wife's paws. Michael began to tear up, which interrupted their moment.

"Sorry, you guys are such an item," Michael responded while wiping his tears away.

Jean grinned softly. "It's alright, mon ami."

"Man, I always tear up when couples love each other like that. It's so romantic," Michael explained, catching Goat's attention.

"What's romantic?" Goat asked.

"Just the way couples comforted each other in times of hurt---it always makes me cry," Michael replied with a sniffle, stifling a chuckle from Goat.

"Romantic gestures make you cry?" Goat asked with a smirk and a raised brow.

"Yeah."

Goat chuckled softly. "That's actually funny."

"It's not that funny," Michael responded while clearing his throat to stop his weeping.

Gluntz and Louis woke up from their sleep while realizing that they have been laying close to each other for so long. Gluntz sat straight up with a nervous chuckle.

"Uh...hi," Gluntz greeted awkwardly.

Louis smiled awkwardly. "Hi."

Goat smirked at them while rolling his eyes. He noticed Sam waking up from his sleep on both Michellee and Guy's laps. Sam glanced up at Michellee, who's awake and was rubbing his shoulder gently like a mother would do to comfort her child. Sam frowned while noticing they were in the weed cage.

Sam sat up and stared at passed out Guy with concern in his eyes. "Is he going to be okay?"

"I hope so," Michellee answered softly.

McWinkle shifted his attention to Guy for a moment. "Something tells me he's going to be passed out for a while."

"For how long?" Gluntz asked McWinkle.

"Who knows at this point?" McWinkle answered with a shrug. Suddenly, the motorboat slowed to a stop.

"We're here," Sam spoke grimly.

The weeds began to wither back behind Guy, causing Guy to fall back slightly through the weeds. Before the group could make a reaction, they noticed a couple of hands grabbing him and pulling him through the weeds. When the weeds drew back, the group could see that they're in the sewers still, with the group of hooded assassins pointing guns and shotguns at them. Jean and Cosette immediately climbed up on Michael and perched on his shoulder. McWinkle noticed that no one had anything to fight back the assassins back with, so he held his hands up to surrender hesitantly. Louis noticed his father raising his hands up slightly, following the movements. Soon enough, everyone raised their hands up to surrender.

"Move!" One of the assassins demanded while Jeckles looked into the cage with a smirk. When Sam glanced up at Jeckles, he noticed Jeckles's dark red fur getting darker and his eyes were pale.

"Take them somewhere high...they need a good view of what's burning below," Jeckles requested from the assassins with an evil grin.

Michellee witnessed a buff assassin picking Guy up and carried him on his shoulder, causing Guy's old brown crumpled hat to fall onto the floor. When they began to step off the boat, she immediately picked it up, barely noticing the picture falling out from underneath it. She grabbed it before it could fall to the floor and gazed at it. It's the picture of Guy when he's younger with all of his four brothers and his parents altogether. It warmed her heart inside while she hid the photo in her purple sweater, keeping it for the sake of memories and holding onto Guy's hat tightly.

Jeckles led the group towards the sewer entrance. He turned around to see that the group was walking up the steps in the sewers with their hands held up and the guns pointing at their backs. The door opened in front of them as they strolled hesitantly into the room, noticing the assassins walking around while a group of them were building something. Louis and McWinkle glanced closely at what they were building to notice a huge symbol of a circle with two snakes crossing over each other like an X mark.

"What does the symbol stand for, Jeckles?" McWinkle threw in the question with his brow raised. "What does it mean?"

Jeckles chuckled at McWinkle's question. "Someone else wanted the world to burn too."

"Who?"

"I'm not telling."

McWinkle glanced back over to a couple of heavy missiles with the same symbol engraved on it. Goat looked at what McWinkle was looking at with widened eyes.

"Wait, are those bombs?" Goat pointed out with a bit of fear in his tone.

"Of course, they're bombs, Goat...how else do you think the world will burn?" Jeckles responded with a snicker. He shifted his attention to the assassin who's been carrying unconscious Guy over his shoulder. "Take him to the extraction chamber. Drain all of his powers. Drain his life if you have to. He won't be of use anymore after we take the powers."

"What?" Michellee gasped, her eyes trembling. "No...no! You can't--!" Michellee barged through the assassins to get to Guy but the assassins gripped around her arms tightly and held her back from her lover. "No! Guy!"

Sam shook his head, tears shimmering in the light. "No! Guy!" Before Sam could join Michellee in fighting his way through the assassins to get to his best friend, other assassins grabbed Sam by the shoulders.

Goat narrowed his brows at Jeckles while striding up to him and being held back by other assassins, who came to assist the ones holding the group. "At least give us the decency to see Guy again! At least give us one last embrace! Please! Give us one last moment with him!"

Jeckles chuckled at Goat's immediate reaction. "My, my, Goat. I'm surprised that you would beg for such a thing. Since when did you care about family and decency? You didn't have any of them, do you?"

"At least he has something while you have nothing!" Michael growled while attempting to charge at Jeckles.

Jeckles held his hand out to choke Michael with the invisible force.

"Michael!" Jean and Cosette shouted, holding onto the fox's neck.

"Let go of him, amigo!" Goat barked his demands at Jeckles.

Jeckles signaled more assassins to apprehend the fox and put his hand down to stop choking him. "Take them to their cells."

"What about Guy?! Aren't you going to let us see him?!" Gluntz protested, her brows drawn together. She was about ready to fight the assassins off of her group but a hand was rested on her shoulder. She glanced up to notice Louis shaking his head, knowing what Jeckles was capable of. McWinkle glared at Jeckles with a growl.

"How about no? How does that sound? Take them away," Jeckles demanded while walking with the buff assassin carrying Guy.

"Guy! No!" Both Michellee and Sam screamed while being pulled towards the elevator on the left along with the rest of the group. Goat was picked up along with Michael, causing both of the animals to struggle. Everyone entered the elevator and the elevator moved up quickly before anyone could get out of the assassins' grips. When the elevator reached the highest floor in the building they were in, a couple of assassins threw the animals in one cold bricked cell with no beds. When Goat was about to get up, the cell door slammed shut, locking itself automatically. Meanwhile, the other couple of assassins tossed both Sam and Michellee into a wider cell than the animals', with a bunk bed on the side. The door was shut abruptly behind them. McWinkle, Louis, and Gluntz were shoved into their own cell with the door shut tightly behind them.

~.~

Goat got up and charged at the door, using his shoulder to bust it down. But the door wouldn't budge. He fell down with a glare at the metal door and angry tears edging out of his eyes. He let out a loud outcry while continuing to pound on the metal door. Jean and Cosette jumped off of Michael's shoulder while staring up at Goat with concern.

Michael noticed Goat bruising himself in the shoulder from pounding on the door too hard. "Goat, stop!"

"No! We can't just give up! We can't! " Goat screamed while gritting his teeth to hold in his tears. "He got away with so many deaths...so many murders. He's going to murder millions more if we don't stop this. Not only he's going to murder millions more...he's going to kill us too, zorro. I can't watch anyone else be burned again! Even if it's not my family...I can't just stare at the fire...I've done that already."

Goat leaned his head against the metal door and sat down, sighing deeply. "I can't just sit here and do nothing."

"But there's nothing we can do, Goat," Michael spoke softly while strolling up to Goat and sat next to him. "I wish I could tell you that there's a way out of this. But...there isn't."

"It can't be that hopeless...can it?" Goat asked, looking over at the fox.

"I don't know, man. Part of me wanted to believe that there's someone out there to help us...someone out there who might be aware of where we are and help us out of this mess. Probably hoping that Guy would wake up and bust out of wherever he's being taken to."

"Guy's in a deep sleep...he probably won't wake up until it's too late," Goat responded with a sigh. Suddenly, he perked his head up with realization. "Maybe there is someone out there...but--"

"But what?"

Goat twisted his mouth with a doubtful sigh and shook his head. "Nevermind. That would be too far fetched."

"What are you thinking? Maybe that far-fetched idea would give us something to hope for," Michael added with positivity.

Goat flicked his ears. "I helped E.B. out of the sewers before we're taken here. I thought that maybe she could help us by telling the police about the situation or something...but the police would take a bit longer to help...if the world was going to burn...it would be too late for them to save the people and us. They might even die along with other people."

"That's something to hope for. E.B. might found the police and had them act on right away. If it's urgent enough," Michael responded.

"I also hope that E.B. finds someplace safe before we all die."

"Then she will have no one left."

Goat frowned at that thought. "I know how that feels to have no one left...but I understand why my parents saved me from the fire. They are hoping the same thing for me as I was hoping for E.B. Maybe it's worth all of this if E.B. is alive and with someone safe."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe."

~.~

Michellee held onto Guy's old hat close to her chest while Sam was pounding on the sealed door. He groaned irritably while pacing back and forth.

"This door won't budge," Sam growled mostly to himself.

Michellee didn't respond, staring off into the distance as if she's accepting her fate along with the others. Sam turned to her and saw her staring at the ground with a saddened gaze.

"We're going to get out of this, Michellee," Sam replied softly while putting a hand on her shoulder. "We just got to have hope."

He noticed her not responding, holding Guy's hat tighter like a lifeline. Sam frowned a bit while scratching the back of his head.

"I know we've been through a lot...but we can't give up now. There has to be a way to save us. To save all of us," Sam spoke up, finding her not responding. "Hope is not lost, Michellee. I know it's not lost. You can't give up now. You gotta keep going...for Guy. For E.B."

There's a pause while Michellee caressed Guy's crumpled hat. Sam stepped back from her and sighed sadly, glancing around the cell to look for a way out.

"Why did you do it?" Michellee uttered, her voice cracked.

Sam turned his head to focus on Michellee. "Do...what?"

"Why did you watch my husband be killed?" Michellee repeated calmly but her tone sounded broken.

Sam widened his eyes in shock. "How did you--?"

"I saw on the monitors when we're at Meepville. I saw the whole thing, Sam. I just want to know why...why didn't you do anything about it? Why did you join those people?"

Sam gazed down at the ground sadly. "I didn't know any better back then. I never meant to hurt anyone. I-I just saw too many people killed...after I watched your husband getting strangled...I knew I couldn't take it anymore. I wished I would've stayed at the orphanage or work with the right people but...I thought Jeckles was going to help me with the situation I'm in. I thought that he would help me with paying to travel the world and find my mother but...I was wrong. If I knew my mother was dead...I wouldn't go all this way to search for her. If I knew that Jeckles was the wrong person...I wouldn't even become a criminal. And...I'm sorry, Michellee. I wished I could make it all up to you. But...when someone you love is dead...there's no way anyone could make up for it."

Michellee silenced herself, listening to Sam. She stared at the wall, taking in on what Sam was saying.

"Have you killed anyone? Have you killed someone with your own hands instead of watching an assassin do it?"

"No."

Michellee turned around to face Sam, noticing the tears in his eyes.

"All I did was watched. I may have handed the assassin tools to kill with but...I never just stab or shot anybody. I mean, if we're talking recently...I shot an assassin while running out of Stovepipe Junction. And tried to kill Jeckles but...I-I haven't killed anyone in the past."

Michellee gazed at Sam softly.

"You must have thought I'm a monster now, huh?" Sam asked while chuckling sadly. But his smile disappeared and his frown was shown.

Michellee pondered about the question. "Sam, there's a part of me that wanted to be mad at you for what you did back then. But...getting to know you and everything--I realized that it's all in the past. It still devastated me to think about my husband's death and I don't want to lose Guy or E.B the same way I lost my husband. I'm afraid if either of them dies...I would just be all alone again...and I don't ever want to go back there...do you know what it's like to be alone?"

Sam's lips trembled while scooching closer to her. "I know exactly how that feels. You guys are all I have left as a family. Even though, we're not blood-related...I thought of you guys as my family. Now...I messed it up with you and E.B. I shouldn't be stupid when I was younger. I--"

"Sam," Michellee called gently while putting her hand on his shoulder. "You don't need to beat yourself over it. I appreciate the apology but there's nothing we can do to change it now. And...we're still family. We just went through a rough patch...I'm sure we'll get through it...if we'll ever get through it."

"We will," Sam added, trying to sound positive and wiping a tear away. "Believe me, we can get out of this."

"Well, do you know the way out?"

"Hmm." Sam rubbed his chin to think while exploring the cell still. "There has to be. There's a bunch of entrances and exits here...there should be one we could use."

"I hope E.B. is safe somewhere...far away from this place."

"I hope so too."

Michellee thought of another question. "Did you know Jeffrey, the assassin you worked for, is Guy's brother?"

Sam raised his brow. "Guy said that his brother had yellow fur...the Jeffrey I worked for has pink fur."

"Wait, what?!" Michellee gasped. "There are two Jeffreys?"

"I guess so. Why?"

Michellee sighed deeply in relief. "Oh, boy, I thought--does Guy know--?"

"Yeah, we talked about it back in the sewers."

"I didn't want to tell him the wrong information...sorry, I should've asked you sooner but I thought there was only one Jeffrey."

"No...There's two. One of them being Guy's brother and another one had a tragic backstory...he lost his family and everything," Sam responded abrasively.

Michellee pondered back about the pink-furred assassin Guy killed in his parent's house. She saw the way her lover looked at himself in horror, almost bursting into fearful tears. She knew he wasn't a monster and maybe it was for the best that the assassin died from his actions since he was the one who killed Guy's parents and murdered her first husband. Although does he still deserve all the torture? She erased the assassin out of her mind while glancing at Sam.

Michellee sighed deeply. "I'm sorry to hear that about him."

"Me too."

To Be Continued...