"I just don't get it." Dr. Iplier muttered as he leaned across the kitchen isle, "Has anyone seen him like that before?"

After being locked out of Dark's room, the egos tried to persuade the demon to reopen the door for hour or so before giving up. Now they were all, with the exception of the Jim twins, King, and Yan who had all been sent to bed, congregated in the kitchen.

"Anyone? Anyone have any clue?" The doctor's voice rose an octave as he looked around at the others. All of them were carefully keeping their eyes lowered, some instead becoming far too interested in their drinks. With a growl, the Doctor slapped his hands on tables surface, "Christ! I thought we were supposed to be a family. How in God's name do none of us have a clue?"

Ed Edgar rubbed his hands over his eyes, "Doc, give us some slack. That man has more secrets than a dog has fleas." He moved his hands down his face before he locked his arms firmly over his chest, "Besides, you have no more a clue than us, so don't go be getting high and mighty."

A few egos nodded at that, but most looked just too frazzled to really have much to say.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He just didn't know what to do. He was a doctor, more than that he was an ego that was a doctor, a being literally created to want to help people. Right now though, he had no clue how to. "But not even you Host? You know everything. And you, Warfstache, you and him have been around for about the same amount of time. You have to have some clue."

The Host, who had been entirely silent until this point, clinched his hand around his glass, "The Host tells Dr. Iplier that there are some things he does not look into, and in other cases, things The Host avoids entirely." He moved his drink to his lips and took a sip, "The Host informs the doctor that Darkiplier is a man of power, who has many layers. The Host learned long ago not to look where he was not wanted."

So that meant The Host had tried to take a peek at Dark's back story, and had been shut down in a major way by the demon.

Everyone now shifted their attention to Wilford, who unlike the rest of them, who had huddled together, seated himself away from the group. He sat in the window stile, staring out into the night, seeming almost oblivious to the conversation going on around him.

"Wilford. We are awaiting your explanation." Google's eyes were focused intently upon the man, "You are acting uncharacteristically silent. This implies you have more information than you have previously let on. It would be in your best interest to impart this knowledge."

Wilford let out a chuckle, lolling his head towards the other egos, and locked eyes with Google, "Try to sweet talk it out of me, why don't you?"

"So, you admit that you do know something."

With a sigh, the pink ego stood and brushed his cloths clean of non-existent dirt, "No Googs. I don't." He shifted his gaze to the doctor now, and Dr. Iplier was struck with just how tired the normally inexhaustible man looked, "Doctor, you know how mixed up I am upstairs. Some days I wake up and don't know my own name."

Wilford closed his eyes, and rubbed his forehead before giving it a few resounding smacks, "I know I should know, I know it's important. I know it is. I know it is." He opened eyes again and scanned the other egos faces. "But I can't. I can't remember, I just can't."

Almost everyone in the room seemed to slump a little father into their seats. Bim smiled wanly, trying to reassure the older ego, "It's alright Wil. We all know you're trying."

Wilford nodded quickly, and turned as if to leave. Before he could get very far though Google asked a question that stopped him in his tracks.

"One more inquiry. Do you know anything of Evelyn?"

Wilford seemed almost frozen for a moment, like someone had paralyzed him. Stiffly he turned back to face Google with an intensity that had been missing before, and he tone was filled with something that almost sounded like pride, "She's perfect. She's the most perfect thing in the world." He blinked a few times and seemed to come to a shuddering halt. Wilford grit his teeth, his face scrunched up tightly, as he lay a few more blows to his temple with the palm of his hand.

Wilford's words came out almost franticly, "That's all I've got, that's all I have of her. I just can't think."

Dr. Iplier let out a sigh through his nose. So, much for that. "Thank you, Wilford. You've done marvelously."

The oldest ego smiled briefly, "Thanks Doctor." He straightened himself, and glanced at a clock eyes widening, "My, My! Its almost three thirty, if I want to get any rest I ought to be going now." His eyes reglazed into their usual madness. "I have a lot of interviews in the morning gentlemen. Might even have snagged one with the Easter Bunny."

Silver Shepheard, who was laying his head on the table, grumbled, "Very nice Wil, we're sure it'll turn out amazing for you. You do always know best." Shepheard over his years as a superhero had learned exactly how to placate the criminally insane, or so he said. Dr. Iplier had a sinking suspicion he just had a soft spot for the pink mad man.

As expected Warfstache preened at the complement, "Ahhh, Shep, you always know just what to say to a guy." He grinned madly at all of them before skipping down the hall, and disappearing.

"Was it wise to let him leave? Even if he is having difficulties remembering he does hold our answers."

Dr. Iplier looked over at Google, "You know as well as I do we wouldn't have gotten anything out of him. His semi-lucid moment was over."

Google stared at him for a few moments, before giving a brief nod, "You are correct. I simply wish he had been able to give us answers."

"He did give us answers."

Everyone's head swung to stare at Ed Edgar who watched them as he picked at his teeth. He looked at each of them in turn, before letting out a deep sigh, "Ah, come on folks. I can't be the only one that saw it." When he received only blank looks, he let out a laugh, "Boy, it sure does feel nice to be the smartest one in the room for once. If you know what I mean."

Google narrowed his eyes, "Then by all means Edgar enlighten us."

Ed instead of fallowing Googles command, seemed to try and sook up a few more moments, of having figured out something before the others, "Why don't you figure it out? Ya'll are so much smarter than me, I'm sure you will figure it out soon enough." He placed his hands behind his head, gloating to himself over this achievement.

"The Host reminds Ed Edgar that this is not a game that he has won. The Host further reminds Ed Edgar that whatever he has learned is potentially important to maintaining Darkiplier's mental health."

Ed's grin melted of his face, "Shit. You're right Host. Sorry about that. I got caught up in the moment and forgot the big picture." After a moment, Ed leaned forward and spoke clearly, making sure every ego in the room would hear him, "When Googs asked him about that Evelyn girl, we were clued in on part of who she was. The only time a man talks that way about a girl is when he's talking about his own flesh and blood. Whoever the Evelyn girl was, I know for sure she was Wilford's daughter."

Shocked silence rang throughout the room, and with Shepherd's cry of, "What?!" The room broke down into complete madness. Accusations were being thrown left and right, voices laying over each other till they reached such a tremendous volume Dr. Iplier was nearly certain that the human world could hear them.

He had had enough of it all most immediately. The Doctor slammed his hands down on the table, "Quite!" in an instant the room had fallen silent again, as the doctor voice reverberated around the room. Dr. Iplier waited for each ego to turn their full attention to him before he spoke, "Thank you. Now Ed, please explain further. As you can see we are all quite confused."

Ed nodded, "Well as most of you know, I'm in the business of children," several egos shifted uncomfortably at that, "And by default that means I'm in the business of parents. I hear how they talk about each other nearly every day of my life. On top of that. . . I'm a father. Even if my son and I think pretty poorly of each other now days, I'm still his father. And as a father, I know how another Father sounds when he talks about his child."

Silence fell across the room again, Google this time, sounding almost hesitant broke the silence, "Wilford Warfstache is well known for his sexual promiscuity. It is likely . . . that one of these encounters could have resulted in a child."

Bim wrung his hands slightly, wetting his lips, "Okay let's say that's true. Let's say Wil does have a daughter, why did Dark wake up at one thirty in the morning screaming her name? That doesn't make since. Right? It doesn't, right?"

"Maybe Dark had a thing with the kid." Silver suggested, even though he said the words as if they tasted funny, "Maybe he and Evelyn had an affair . . . Wilford didn't like it . . . and she got killed somehow."

Ed considered this for a moment, "That would explain the tension between the two of them. I know I'd never be relaxed around a man getting it off with my baby girl. Especially if he got her killed."

Google pursed his lips into a thin line with his brows furred. Dr. Iplier could practically see the gears turning in his head, "With our knowledge of Darkiplier this does not seem likely." Bim nodded immediately, looking relieved someone shared his view.

"I agree with Google. I cannot picture Dark ever getting involved in something like that." Bim bit his lip, shooting a nervous look down the hall that lead to the bedrooms, "Also, all we really heard through the door was the name Evelyn, and that's not much to go off of. I just think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves. Besides did you see Dark's face? He- he was crying, and he looked so lost." Bim shuffled in his seat and he ran a hand through his hair, "I don't think a love affair would make him look like that. I just don't."

Ed threw his hands in the air, "Well do you have any other ideas?", when no one spoke up Ed continued, "Then shut your mouth. At least we've made some progress in figuring this out. What do you say tomorrow we poke around the bush, and see what we get? Maybe if we give Dark the hint we know his dirty laundry, he'll tell us something more concrete."

And with that final comment, Dr. Iplier already knew tomorrow would be a horrible day.