Hyde stood at the threshold of his new room. Dark, cramped, somehow both dusty and dank. It was his kind of hideout. And it was his. Well, not literally — nor in any other sense, save that he was the only one who lived in there — but it was his. His own little corner of the basement. Heating conduit reached out from the furnace in large, round, diagonals, creating a sort-of forest of metal tree limbs. There were shadows in here, spiders, maybe even an errant mouse or two. But no one else.

Ever since the Forman's had taken him in, Steven had felt like a bigger burden than he ever had before, and he had always been made to feel like a burden. His mother once responded with, "Do I have to?" when Hyde informed her that he had just nearly cut off his pinky finger with a hacksaw and he needed to go to the hospital immediately. But to be, for intents and purposes, the orphan kid in the normal family's house made young Steven feel like an anchor in sunglasses. It also didn't hurt that Laurie only referred to him as "Burden Boy." That might have been playing a role in things.

Eric had been pretty cool about all of it. 'Man that kid has some self-esteem issues', Steven laughed to himself as he smoothed-out the grey wool blanket on his army cot. Eric had begun to feel like he was now third in line for his father's affections. 'Red sure did have it out for that kid', Hyde continued to chuckle. Not a day had gone by since being there that Hyde hadn't seen Eric bolt from Red, either out of the sliding door, or upstairs, or anywhere he could flee t that moment. It was usually after saying something sarcastic or cute to an already angry Red so Eric pretty much had it coming. But Hyde felt that Eric's mouth was smarter than usual since he had arrived and hoped that giving Eric back his room and moving into Casa de Hyde would return things to normal in the Foreman abode.

Hyde's train of thought was broken by the sound of the outside basement door being opened. 'Who the hell is this?' Hyde thought to himself.

"Hello? Anybody?" came a foreign-sounding voice. 'Great. Fez.' Hyde thought, annoyed.

"What's up Fez? Nobody's here but me."

"Then it is you I seek," Fez said with his usual cheeriness. "And I have come to show you this amazing thing I just found while I was walking in the park."

Fez held up his hands and cradled in them was a small revolver.

"Fez! That's a gun, man. Where the hell did you find that thing in the park?" Steven exclaimed.

"It was just sitting right there on a bench," Fez answered lightly.

"And you have no idea how it got there?!" Hyde queried.

"No, of course I do. It belonged to the nice man who was sitting there."

"Fez, what are you talking about?!" Hyde pressed.

"You see, I was taking my daily walk in the park, asking God why he does not send me a woman, when I saw it."

"The gun?!" Steven impatiently asked as he looked at the weapon still on Fez's hands.

"No! The woman," Fez answered with a shake of his head. "There was a beautiful woman stretching her long legs before her jog."

"Fez! Then where was this guy and how do you know this is his gun?! And while we're at it put that thing down!" Complying, Fez tossed the gun onto the nearby sofa.

"Jeez, Mr. Patience over here," Fez said with his hand to his mouth and pointing at Hyde with his other thumb. "Anyways, so as I am staring at this goddess, I see a man sitting on the bench across the path from her also partaking in the staring. He notices me and I decide to be friendly and give him the thumbs up and all of a sudden he stands up and leaves. I don't know what is happening in this country if one man cannot give another man a thumbs up for the good staring."

"Yeah man, it is national travesty. But if we could get back to the frickin' gun." Hyde urged.

"Yes, so I figure, 'More for Fez' and I turn to the lovely lady but she has already begun her jog and she is gone. None for Fez. So, I continue on my walk and my questions for God. But I see that the man has left something on the bench."

"The gun."

"Yes, the little gun."

"And so you picked it up and brought it to the Forman's?" Hyde said turning to look at the pistol laying quietly on folded blankets that took the place of the missing cushion on the sofa.

A moment passed with both of the boys looking down on the silent handgun. Suddenly Steven turned quickly towards Fez and threw his arms up.

"Wait a second man. Kenosha. The gun."

"Oh Hyde, I don't think we should bring the gun to Kenosha."

"No, you idiot, Kenosha, Milwaukee. The two women who were shot in the parks last week and the week before, man. Don't you get it?"

"I am not getting it but I think once I get it I will wish I hadn't gotten it," Fez cringed.

"You stumbled onto a murder about to happen and saved that woman," Hyde grabbed Fez by the shoulders.

"I did?" Fez scowled his face before smiling broadly. "Fez is a hero!"

"Then, you took the killer's gun and walked away with it."

"Is Fez no longer a hero?"

"Fez is a lot of things but right now Fez needs to answer Hyde one question: Do you think the killer saw you pick -up his gun?"

Suddenly, the basement door's knob let out a squeak as it turned slowly. Hyde and Fez looked one another and then they both looked at the circulating ceramic orb with bulging eyes.

"Ey! I think so," managed a terrified Fez.

"Fez man, if this killer doesn't kill us, I'm going to kill you." Hyde said with a stalled blankness.