Mordecai was in his room, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. Skips had taken the phone from him and was talking to the girl that he had previously been talking to. He stayed and listened for a minute, but Skips was just thanking them for doing the best they could and Mordecai couldn't take it anymore, so he walked upstairs to his room without a word.

Rigby can't be gone…

How would he cope without him? He's always been with him, he can't just up and leave him like that. He didn't even have the chance to say goodbye. Mordecai looked over at Rigby's trampoline, his dirty clothes were piled up on top of it and a lot was on the floor around it too. He felt a lump starting to form in his throat, so he quickly stood up and started pacing.

He can't be gone, he can't be gone, he can't be gone…

No matter how many times he told himself that, he knew the truth. Rigby was gone, and there was nothing he could do.

Benson watched as Skips hung up the phone and turned back around towards them. "Where did Mordecai go?"

"He went upstairs." Benson said looking towards the stairs with a glazed look in his eyes.

"Should we go talk to him?" Pops asked, tears still threatening to fall from his own.

"No. Let's give him some room for tonight." Skips said simply and skipped up to Pops and put an arm around his shoulder. Pops then wrapped his own arms around him and cried in his shoulder.

Benson sighed as he watched Skips attempt to console him. He looked outside the window, it was late and he was sure everyone was tired.

"Everyone go and get some rest. It's been a long day." He said. Everyone looked over to him and reluctantly nodded. After they all said goodnight to each other they dispersed, Pops went to his room and everyone else but Benson went to their own homes. Benson walked upstairs to his office. Despite these awful events, he still had paper work he needed to finish. Work still had to be done, he needed to be strong. They all did. It wasn't like he'd be able to sleep anyway. To be honest, he didn't think anyone would.

The next morning Benson woke up and almost screamed before he caught himself. Panting heavily, he immediately pulled his covers off him and got out of bed. After he was done with the paper work, he had driven back to his apartment and somehow, he had managed to fall asleep. But now he really wished he hadn't. He just had probably one of the worst dreams that he's ever had in his entire life. He remembered he was driving his car with everyone, and they all seemed to be having a great time… except for Rigby.

He was driving recklessly and going way over the speed limit. For some reason he had no fear, no one but Rigby did actually. Rigby was screaming for him to slow down, but it was like nobody could hear him. They were just smiling, laughing, and talking to each other while listening to the radio. Everyone ignored Rigby, It was as if he didn't even exist. Benson ignored stop signs and stop lights, yet no one seemed to notice the honking, the traffic jams, and even wrecks that he was causing. The louder the screams of fear from Rigby, and the screams of pain and grief on the outside, made the music and the rest of the crew's laughs that much louder.

Suddenly, they lost complete control over the car. Rigby was so scared that he was crying now, and wasn't even able to scream anymore. The rest of the park crew weren't even talking anymore. Only laughing… almost hysterically. The car veered off the road, and started rapidly rolling down a hill, which at the bottom was a ledge. They were heading for the lake, and there was no escaping it. Rigby covered his face as the car flew off the ledge. Everyone but Rigby raised their arms up in the air still laughing, as if all this was, was an extreme roller coaster, as if it was all… just fun and games. The car fell into the water, and it slowly started to sink to the bottom. The car started to fill up with water, and the others were still just… laughing. Rigby tried to keep to the top of the car for as long as he could before the water filled it completely. The other were splashing around, seemingly having the time of their lives. Soon, the car was completely filled, and Rigby started banging the windows in panic.

Somehow, the others could still laugh under water… they all finally acknowledged Rigby and they slowly raised their arms to point at him as they continued to laugh. Rigby couldn't hold his breath any longer. He finally sucked in, and water immediately filled his lungs. He kicked and struggled hysterically and reached out to them, his eyes pleading. But the others didn't make any move to help their dear friend. They remained there. Pointing… Laughing… They watched as he slowly stopped struggling, and the life slowly disappeared from his eyes.

Benson was sweating and trying to control his breathing as best he could when he recalled his horrid dream. There was no way in hell they'd do that to Rigby! Why did he have to have a dream like that!

Benson shook his head and decided to just forget about it. He couldn't control his dreams and it's not like he can change them. He stepped out of his room and walked to his kitchen. He started to brew himself some coffee, hoping it would wake him up a bit. As he waited he grabbed a cup from the cupboard and sat in his chair by his dining table. He looked down and sighed. He really didn't want to work today, but of course, he had to. He knew everyone was having a hard time. Their work ethic weren't going to be that great for a while. He knew he needed to work harder now more than ever. When his coffee was ready, he poured some in his cup before sitting back down to drink it. He knew Mordecai probably wasn't going to be able to work today… Probably even a week.

After finishing his cup, he stood up and put it in the sink. He then turned and walked out of the kitchen, and to his bathroom to take a shower.

After he was fully ready, he grabbed his keys and walked out his door and got in his car. As he drove to the park he couldn't help but feel paranoid. Rigby had died yesterday from a car accident. Who's to say the same wouldn't happen to him? Benson wasn't a reckless driver, he was normally very vigilant and cautious, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of impending doom. He knew this was normal since someone he cared about had just died, but he still double checked every side of him, even behind him after every 30 seconds.

He sighed in relief when he finally got to the park. He turned his ignition off, stepped out of his car, and walked inside. When he turned the light on and walked in the living room he immediately froze and dropped his keys. He saw Mordecai standing there, aggressively ripping apart the get well card he had bought for Rigby.

"…Mordecai." He said in a low tone, trying to get the blue jays attention without startling him. He seemed to not have heard him, and continued to rip the card to shreds.

"Mordecai!" He said, raising his voice. It was not out of anger, it was simply to get his attention. But still, the avian paid him no heed.

Giving up, Benson ran up to him and grabbed his shoulders from behind. "Mordecai! Calm down!"

Mordecai whipped around and pushed him away with all his might. Benson fell on his back and he grunted in pain. His head flew up to look at Mordecai in shock.

He pushed me.

He was about to scream at him before he saw Mordecai's face, which looked probably even more surprised than his own.

"Benson! I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me." He bent down and offered his wing out to him, which he grabbed and let the bird help him stand back up.

"… Forget about it, I guess." He knew he couldn't be too hard on him, and he didn't really feel like yelling anyway. He noticed Mordecai's eyes were blood shot. He probably didn't get any sleep, which wasn't surprising to Benson.

Mordecai didn't say anything else. He just picked up the shredded pieces of the card off the floor and the coffee table before dumping them in the trash. Then he turned back around and walked upstairs without a word, not even glancing back at Benson.

Mordecai kicked his door open and slammed it shut, though he tried to not make it so loud as for Benson to hear. He jumped on his bed and screamed in his pillow. He really didn't know what came over him, he couldn't get any sleep because his thoughts were filled with Rigby. He couldn't stop himself from thinking that Rigby had abandoned him. He felt alone and helpless, he felt as if there was no point in staying around without Rigby there. What was he without him? He was rarely even seen without him, most people would probably agree that they complete each other. Nothing would be the same now.

In order to stop feeling all this self-pity, he had aimed the blame towards Rigby. He changed his feelings of self-pity to resentment. Why did he have to go and die in a car wreck! He should've been more careful! He should've known better.

He hadn't planned on ripping the card. He had started pacing and ended up downstairs, in front of the coffee table where he left it. He was so caught up with the thought that Rigby had the audacity to do this to him, he hadn't even noticed when picked the card up and opened it. Everyone's names were in there. In the card it read;

Your hurt right now, but don't worry, everything is going to be just fine. GET WELL SOON!

Everything wasn't fine.

Without thinking, he just started ripping it apart. He hadn't noticed when Benson walked in, or when he called his name. He was startled when he grabbed his shoulders, but he recognized who he was pretty quickly. He had pushed him knowing it was Benson.

Mordecai just laid there for a while before realizing he was hungry. He got off his bed and stepped outside of his room. He walked down the hall and down the stairs. He didn't see anyone downstairs so he opened the front door to see if anyone was out there. His stomach twisted when he saw everyone was working. He saw Muscleman was trimming the hedges with High Fives, and Skips was repairing a bench that the wood had finally given out due to being so old. He suspected the others were at their usual posts.

How can they work at a time like this!?

Had nothing changed to them? Was Rigby really something they could let go of so easily!? That ticked him off. He almost confronted the three he saw working, he had raised one hand to the side of his beak to call them out, but he decided he didn't even want to see their faces right now, so he walked back in the house and slammed the door.

Despicable.

Mordecai had lost his appetite. Forgetting his previous hunger, he kicked the front door as hard as he could, disgusted at his friends, and then he stomped up the stair and back to his room.

Benson stepped out of the bathroom and yawned as he started to walk back to his office. He had talked to the others and told them they could take a few days off, but Skips refused, and told him he would work over time for the ones who needed time off. Benson was about to say no when High Fives said he couldn't let Skips do that alone, and offered to help. Everyone else but Muscleman agreed with Fives and offered to help as well, which brought a smile to Benson's lips. Muscleman was not one to get all mushy, so he called everyone 'ladies' for being so sappy, but he said he would stay and help as well in the end. Benson was so proud of them, he knew they were doing this for Mordecai. He couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

Benson noticed Mordecai stomping up the stairs. "Wow, hey Mordecai are you alright?"

Mordecai whipped his head sideways to look at him. Benson frowned when he saw he was glaring daggers into him. He was about to ask what his problem was but he quickly stomped away to his room and slammed the door behind him.

Benson decided to put it behind him for now, so he walked passed Mordecai's door and back to his office.

Two weeks passed, and Mordecai hadn't started working again. He hadn't even talked to anyone. He rarely left his room, and if he happened to bump into someone when he did, he would just glare at them as if they told him he looked like a wet mop. Which to be honest, he kind of did. He had stopped showering or doing anything to take care of his hygiene. Benson was getting tired of it, and today he was going to get to the bottom of it. Mordecai really needed to start working again, and put his life back on track.

He walked to his door and knocked on it. As expected, there was no answer. He grabbed the doorknob and let himself in. "Mordecai?"

He looked towards his bed and saw him laying there, refusing to look at him. Benson decided to be straight forward. "You really need to start working again. Look at yourself."

To his surprise, Mordecai quickly sat up and whipped around to face him, and finally spilled out everything that has been bottled up these past couple weeks. "How can you move on so easily after Rigby died? He's not coming back, and you guys don't seem fazed about it at all! The very next day you all started working like normal as if nothing's happened!"

"Wha- Seriously? We started working overtime so you could have time off!" Benson was suddenly so angry that Mordecai would think they simply just 'forgot' about him. After all the time they had known each other, he should know them better than that.

But Mordecai wouldn't have it. He hopped off his bed and looked at Benson straight in the eye. "I don't want to hear it! It's your fault Rigby's dead!"

"What?"

"Yah, you heard me! I thought it was Rigby's own fault at first but no. If you had waited until I was done with the dishes, I would've been there to look out for him! But oh no! All you cared about was your stupid soda! You didn't even think about Rigby's safety!"

That made Benson snap. "Excuse me!? If you had done the dishes when I told you to, then you would've been there! If you're going to blame anyone, blame yourself!"

Suddenly, Mordecai barreled himself into him. They landed on the floor and Mordecai had him pinned. He sat up and then raised a fist before bringing it back down hard on his face. He punched him again and again, each one harder than the last. Hearing the commotion, Skips skipped upstairs and into Mordecai's room. His mouth dropped when he saw the sight before him, Benson was helplessly trying to fight back and Mordecai relentlessly punched his face with such force that Skips knew they'd have to take Benson to the hospital. He skipped as fast as he could to Mordecai and grabbed him before firmly pinning him against the wall. "What the hell Mordecai!"

Mordecai glared back at him. "He deserved it."

Benson's vision was blurry. He raised his hands to his head and felt a few crack in it. He groaned, but it was barely audible.

"What's the matter with you!?" Skips questioned, glaring into Mordecai's eyes. He received no reply, much to Skips annoyance. He saw so much hostility in his eyes, he honestly looked like he wanted to slit his throat.

"You need to calm down Mordecai."

"Make me."