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Guy's Dream:

Guy gasped for air as if he's been suffocating for a moment while lifting his head up abruptly. He realized immediately that he's still in the same hallway that was covered with weeds. He stood up to his feet quickly from being on his knees. His body was shaking violently, causing him to breathe heavily. He couldn't stand still...there's something in his body that he couldn't describe...but it's weirding him out. When he attempted to walk, he ended up stumbling against the wall. His body shook more violently while his migraine raved on again. His breathing became heavy and his mind raced into million different thoughts at once. He collapsed on the ground again and snapped his eyes closed. Throughout his blackout, he kept hearing voices of people he cared about and their cries out in pain. Every memory from the first time Jeffrey ran away to where he was now playing like a movie. But it changed rapidly and worsening his headache. Guy screamed on the top of his lungs while his body rattled against the floor.

The next moment, Guy snapped his eyes open with a sudden sharp inhale for air at the new surroundings. His body was no longer trembling. He wasn't out of his dream yet, confusing him even more. He realized that his wrists were cuffed to the table in front of him while his ankles were chained to the legs of the chair he's sitting on. He glanced up at the dark and hollow hallway. The only light source was the lamp on the wooden table he's cuffed in. Guy stared ahead of him, his eyes trembling.

"Hello?! Is anyone down there?!" Guy shouted, his tone becoming fearful. Something flashed on from the hallway like a television. He was blinded by it for a moment until he realized he's watching footage of a familiar city. "Stovepipe Junction?" His heart began to race, his mind running a billion different directions again.

He saw the footage of something going off, like a bomb and the fire spreading throughout the city like a virus that won't die down. Guy's breathing went faster and his body began to shake non-stop. Before his eyes, Stovepipe Junction was up in flames.

"Don't you love fire, Guy?" Jeckles's mocking voice came through his head.

Guy squeezed his eyes tight and ducked his head to try to cover it with his hands.

"What's going on with me?" Guy muttered to himself. He wanted to wake up from his dream but...how can he wake up? Was he in a coma or something? How much hurt did Jeckles leave behind? When Guy opened his eyes back up, he saw a map that laid out all the major cities like Glurfsburg and Meepville. One by one, they were all caught on fire. While watching the map lit ablaze in front of him, Guy couldn't help but hear screams from everyone around him. There were some people he knew and some people he didn't know anything about. He shook his head.

"Is this the future? Why are you showing me this?!" Guy interrogated whoever was messing with his head.

"Because only you can stop it."

Guy heard a strange voice...a voice that he never heard before.

Who was that? Guys, I promise you that it's not me.

Guy breathed heavily while shrugging his shoulders. "With what? How am I supposed to stop the whole world from being destroyed?"

"Look at your hands."

Guy glanced at his hands to find it glowing dimly in the dark. It's sudden that his hands began to tremble.

"What's this?"

"Your gift, Guy."

~.~

Reality:

E.B. stared down on the white carpet floor of an empty bedroom with a frown and sitting on the queen size bed. She can't stop thinking about Guy, who's like a father figure to her. She wished she could tell Guy that she thought of him as a dad at one point. Despite him not being there her entire life, he helped her through so much with school and even help her with inventions she can build for school. He's been with her and her mother throughout the entire adventure and now, just seeing him suffering than being passed out, just made her heart shatter into a million pieces. She lost her real father once...she doesn't know if losing another father would break her. It would break her mother, that's for sure.

E.B. heard a soft knock on the door and glanced up to notice Louis entering the room.

"You okay?" Louis asked softly.

E.B. gazed up at Louis sadly. "Yeah...I-I'm still worried about Guy."

Louis softly smiled at her and sat by her on the bed. "He'll be okay."

"That's what McWinkle said," E.B. groaned a bit and shifted her gaze back on the floor, thinking that they were just saying what she wanted to hear.

"And he's right," Louis reassured her. "Guy is a hundred percent okay. Right now, he's just sleeping. He'll wake up soon."

E.B. glanced back up at Louis, still unsure. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

E.B. sighed sadly and stared at the floor.

Louis gazed at her sympathetically and took out a chocolate bar that he had bought a while ago in Stovepipe from his coat pocket. "Want a Swirley?"

"A Swirley?" E.B. turned her head just in time to notice Swirley's chocolate bar.

"Yeah, they're the best candy in the world. When I was little, Mom used to buy those for me all the time from the candy store. It's one of her favorite candies since she's a kid." Louis chuckled a bit. "Dad used to not like them at first. But Mom got him to try them and, now, it's the candy we get to eat as a family."

Louis frowned suddenly. "When I was about your age, my mother ended up in a hospital from a fatal wound. Dad bought us these while we waited for the hospital room. It didn't gear our thoughts away from her...it just made the situation a bit better. Until a nurse came in and told us that she's in a better place."

E.B. widened her eyes. "I-I didn't know."

"It's fine. The point is...this candy reminded me of Mom. I remembered feeling unsure and hoping that the person you love will be okay but at the same time, you doubt it since they are going through pain. Even though someone tells you that they'll be okay, you couldn't stop thinking about them...so, here." Louis offered a chocolate bar of Swirley's to E.B.

E.B. raised her brow in confusion. "What's in it?"

"It's a chocolate bar with peanut butter in it."

E.B. examined the bar while taking it slowly. She examined and opened the wrapper. She took a bite of the chocolate while the taste savored in her mouth. "Mmm!"

Louis chuckled at her sudden enthusiasm. "Yeah?"

"This is so good!" E.B. spoke up excitedly with her mouth full.

Louis nodded his head in agreement while smiling."Uh-huh, I told you they're the best."

E.B. swallowed and smiled at Louis. "Thank you, Terrance."

"Oh, I'm not Terrance, actually. It's Louis. Louis McWinkle."

"Were you fired from your job since you fought the Ghost to protect us?"

"Uh, no, I was never the attendant. Actually, I'm a detective."

"A detective!" E.B's eyes brightened up. "That's so cool!"

"Thank you."

E.B. grinned innocently.

"Well, I gotta go, kiddo. Enjoy the candy," Louis replied with a smile. "Think of it as a gift."

"Okay, thank you, Louis."

"No problem."

As soon as Louis exited out of the room, E.B. smiled brighter. She felt better about the whole situation and knew for sure that Guy's going to be okay. But, there's something else she's thinking about.

"When I grow up, I want to be a detective," E.B. muttered to herself excitedly while eating her chocolate bar.

Louis walked into the kitchen where he found McWinkle and Gluntz chattering about the plan. He leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed to hear the conversation. He sighed a bit, not intentionally drawing attention to himself but McWinkle and Gluntz noticed Louis listening in.

"Is...everything okay, Louis?" McWinkle questioned with a raised brow.

Louis gazed up at his father with a faint smile cornered his mouth. "Yeah...I-I actually have to tell you something."

"Is it important?"

"Yeah...it kinda is."

McWinkle turned his attention to his son. "Alright. What's up?"

Louis pondered about what he's going to say and exhaled deeply. "Dad...I may have stuck something inside of Guy by pure accident."

Gluntz and McWinkle widened their eyes with shock.

"Will it hurt him?" Gluntz jumped into the conversation with concern in her tone.

"Uh...yes and no...He's developing something inside of him...I took his blood sample and examined it carefully to make sure that it won't hurt him...but, it actually didn't," Louis explained awkwardly, still trying to think up something to say.

McWinkle raised his brow further. "What kind of something are we talking about?"

Louis cleared his throat. "Powers. I invented the chemicals that can give someone powers...I haven't tested it yet."

There's an awkward pause while a mass of confusion waved at both Gluntz and McWinkle. They exchanged a brief glance at each other for a moment and then shifted their attention back to Louis.

"I'm sorry...powers?" McWinkle inquired with disbelief, waxing his ear to make sure he heard things right.

"Whoa, so like...superpowers?!" Gluntz grinned childishly which made Louis smile a bit at her.

"Yeah...like superpowers," Louis answered with a nod.

McWinkle shook his head with a groan. "How long ago was this? I mean, when did you even put that inside of him?"

Louis rubbed his arm with a nervous chuckle. "Since...the train. He had some sort of 'poison' in his bloodstream and I used one of the chemicals to get rid of the poison but...since my power chemical and antidote looked exactly the same...I accidentally used my power chemical on him. Either way, the poison went away but the chemical impacted him more than I thought. At first, I thought it was just from encountering the 'Ghost' but...when he was getting migraines and the wound of his leg was healed...I began to realize that I stuck something by pure accident. That's why I took his blood sample to make sure that it wasn't going to hurt him...and it won't."

"So...what does the power chemical do?" Gluntz asked, interested.

McWinkle rubbed his forehead with his thumb and finger with a deep groan in discouragement.

Louis brightened up a bit when Gluntz asked him the question. "Well...I don't know exactly. It might have something to do with telepathic abilities and able to mend itself automatically when injured. Maybe withstand electricity and fire...I think. Theoretically speaking. Maybe we have to wait till Guy wakes up to find out more."

"Ooh, I have no idea what you mean by 'telepathic abilities' but it sounds awesome!" Gluntz responded with excitement.

Louis chuckled at Gluntz's excitement, which McWinkle noticed and observed their interaction.

Meanwhile, Sam meandered around the kitchen, smelling the food on the table. Karen and Michellee still chatted like birds tweeting to each other. He cornered a soft smile to know that Karen and Michellee were getting along perfectly. He frowned again and sat on the dining chair. All the chit-chats were scattered everywhere, Sam couldn't predict what they were talking about. He noticed a plate of sizzling green eggs and ham right in front of him. He took the plate, seeing that no one made a claim for it. He stared at his food. Normally, he would devour it and there's nothing that no one could do to stop him...but...something was stopping him. The thought of Guy distracted him. He wanted his friend to be okay...but...how was he going to get out of the coma? Sam took a bite of his egg.

Like a flash, his mind was taken back to a small house. Sam widened his eyes with shock. His surroundings were a blur but the only color he can see clearly was dark blue. He can see his child self wandering around the hall to hear the beautiful music coming from what he could guess that it's a living room. When Sam peeked into the living room, that's where he can see his parents waltzing in the room. His mother had the yellow fur from her collarbone to her feet while having the white fur from the neck to her head. Her eyes were beautiful and her height was short. His father had light red fur while wearing the red hat. Not like Jeckles Abbot. His father was handsome and scrawny a bit. Was his father his stepfather? No...his fur turned red when he's angry...that must have come from his father. Sam was about to be in utter tears. He finally remembered his parents?! Was this a fragment or just some hallucination?

"Mama...Papa." the sweet innocent toddler came up to his parents. It was Sam, of course, and his eyes were full of wonder. His parents glanced down at their child and smiled lovingly at him. His mother picked toddler Sam up in her arms while she continued to waltz with her husband. Both of them laughed when their child giggled with happiness. His father took off his red hat and put it on his son.

"There...now you are carrying the I Am family with you," His father replied with a chuckle. It's a bit big on little Sam but his father knew that his son will grow into it.

Sam, as an adult, gasped in shock in his memory. He took off his own hat and gazed at it. It's the exact same hat as the hat his father gave him. His heart fluttered when he's suddenly snapped back to reality.

Sam realized that he still has the egg in his mouth. He chewed on it quickly and swallowed. He looked down at his plate and then took off his red hat for real. He gazed at it once more. His eyes began to tremble and tears ran out of his eyes. It streamed down on his cheek and Sam didn't bother to wipe them away.

"Sam...is everything okay?" Sam heard Michael spoke up from beside him and glanced at the fox.

Sam faked a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Michael wasn't convinced when he saw his friend's tears streaming down some more. He put his paw on Sam's shoulder. "You know, you don't have to stuff down whatever you're feeling and fake a smile. If you need anyone to talk to you or cry to...you can come to me. I don't know if I can make you feel better but...I know that the thing you need is comfort. So...whenever you need someone to talk to...you can come to me or anyone else here in this house if you want to."

Sam lost his fake smile and pondered for a moment. He cornered a small faint smile but it's genuine this time. "Thanks, Michael."

Michael nodded his head. "No problem. So...what got you to like Green Eggs and Ham?"

"Huh?"

"Well...you always eat them. I heard from other people that is all you ordered when you're out with them."

"Which people?"

"Well...not people but a person...Guy mostly."

Sam gazed at his food again softly. "I guess there's no point in hiding this. When I was little...I remembered my mom making these for breakfast."

"Oh...they must have been the best."

"They are the best. Green...super eggy. I've been trying to find her all these years just to ask why...why she gave me up."

Michael's heart sank from realizing what happened to Sam.

"Hehe, I'm sure it's for a good reason...I-I just really want to know...so, I kept ordering them. I kept trying them. But, they were never hers."

Michael pondered for a moment while chewing his bottom lip."Where did she leave you?"

"In the orphanage a long time ago. I was...little at the time. I could barely remember what my parents look like."

Michael smiled a bit. "Well...at least she put you in a better place than where my parents placed me a long time ago."

Sam widened his eyes. "Where did they leave you?"

"In a box. In a dark alleyway."

"Did anybody find you and raise you or--?"

Michael shook his head. "No...I mean, there were a couple of foxes raising me but at one point...well, they just disappeared. I don't remember how or when but it happened. I just...had to survive on my own. I mean, I didn't go into gangsters or what have you. I looked for a job, any job that at least pays me. I've been doing jobs since I was a kid and worked my butt off every day. Of course, there were little brunkels but it was enough to get myself some food and through the day. Eventually, the person who first hired me taught me how to read and write...basically common knowledge. I worked on farms for years and...yeah. That's about it."

"Wow...at least you had it better than I did."

"Nah, don't compare yourself to me--."

Sam chuckled. "You have no idea what happened to me. I don't think you want to know."

"What are we talking about here?" Goat interrupted the conversation with a blank stare at both Sam and Michael.

"Oh, we're just talking about our childhoods...mostly about being an orphan," Michael responded.

Goat raised his brow. "That sounds like a depressing conversation."

"It wasn't depressing surprisingly," Sam replied with a surprised tone. "It's just good to get to know people."

Goat tilted his head while glancing at Michael. "Wait, why were you guys talking about being an orphan?"

Michael pondered for a moment. "Oh, Sam was just telling me a story about his mother leaving him in an orphanage when he's really tiny and I was left in the box in the dark alleyway."

Goat nodded his head in understanding. "Dang, both of those stories sound depressing."

Sam shifted his focus on Goat. "You said something about avenging your family's death...is there something--?"

"Let's just say Jeckles killed my family and had them burned alive right in front of me...as a kid," Goat stated plainly, finding pointless to fight against the truth serum.

Sam bulged his eyes out with complete sympathy. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Don't pity me. That's the last thing I want anyone to do around me."

The three of them stared at each other in awkward silence.

Goat clicked his tongue. "Well, I oughta go make sure that the upstairs doesn't have any bugs. Just in case if there are any of them listening to our conversations."

"I'll come with you," Michael volunteered and went with Goat upstairs.

Sam sat there alone again, pondering deeply. He gazed down at his green eggs and ham. He began to think about Guy again, wondering what he should about Jeckles torturing his own best friend. But, something sparked in Sam's mind. Like an idea...a dangerous idea.

To Be Continued...