While Jonah was sleeping, Crow was writing. Every so often, he would look over at Jonah, just to make sure he was still breathing and every time, he still was. It didn't matter that his pillow was wet. What Crow didn't see was Jonah's breathing getting quicker, to match his heartbeat and then came the screaming and the thrashing.

Crow immediately turned his head. "Jonah?"

After that, came the punch.

"Jonah, what..." That was when Crow realised that this was one of his night terrors. Although Jonah had suffered with night terrors and nightmares before, since the oxygen deprivation, they'd got worse.

After some more screaming, M. Waverly and Cambot appeared in the doorway, just to see what was going on, and Gypsum descended down to take a look.

"What's going on?" An even sleepier eyed Joel asked. He was standing behind the bots in the doorway.

"Jonah's having a night terror." Crow replied.

"You're just letting him thrash around like that?" Joel rubbed his eye and put his glasses on.

"Well, the book says it's best to." M. Waverly said.

"Book-what book?"

"Max sent up a book on neurological conditions." Gypsum replied. "Actually, he sent a few."

"That was in the early days, when we were trying to figure out what was wrong with Jonah." M. Waverly added.

"There's nothing wrong with Jonah." Crow said.

Jonah flopped back on the bed and his eyes closed once again. He'd fallen back asleep.

"You can go back to bed, Joel. It's all handled." Crow said. "Oh and don't tell him about this in the morning?"

"Why not?"

"It's just best not to worry him about it." Gypsum replied. "Goodnight, Joel."

"Yeah... goodnight." Joel sighed and made his way to his own improvised room. That was preferable to hearing Gypsum and Crow arguing with each other.

He sat down on his bed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He hated that he was back on the Satellite. It wasn't so bad when he was in his twenties and thirties. But now... he was almost sixty. He was too old for this. He had a life on Earth that didn't involve watching over a brain damaged Gizmocrat with night terrors. He just couldn't do this-it was all too much.

It wasn't even that he hated it. It was more that he couldn't believe it was happening again. And he hated it.

"All I wanted, Joel, was to go to Epcot and get drunk before hopping on Space Mountain."

"Space Mountain's in the Magic Kingdom, Tom." Joel said. "What are you doing in here?"

"I heard Jonah's screaming." Servo replied.

"And it woke you up?"

"No, I was already awake. I just... I don't know. I'm glad you're here though, Joel." Servo hovered over to Joel's bed and sat down on it.

"I'm not." Joel said.

"How did Kinga get you here anyway?" Servo asked.

"She found me on Earth. Pushed me into some sort of van thing. I don't know what happened after that because I woke up on the moon. Then those weird bonehead people-"

"Yeah, Kinga calls them the Skeleton Crew, but we just call them Boneheads."

"Well they pushed me in some kind of tube that dumped me on the SOL. And now I'm here."

"They did that to Jonah too. Kind of." Servo said. "Only he was a Backjack pilot who landed on the moon because of a fake distress call sent out by Kinga."

"Right." Joel nodded.

"Joel, did you know that Dr F had a daughter?" Servo asked.

"Uh... yeah, Tom. I did. It never came up when I was originally on the SOL, but we were colleagues at Gizmonic Institute, so-"

"... He was your boss. You were a janitor." Servo said.

"Yeah. But we still worked there together." Joel said. "Why couldn't you sleep, Tom?" He asked after a pause.

"I dunno." Servo said. "It's actually been months since I got a good nights sleep."

"Jonah?"

"Yeah." Servo said. "Every time I try I just end up thinking about him passing out on the floor and turning blue."

"Oh Tom, honey, it's okay." Joel patted the smaller bot.

"Except it isn't." Servo said. "Jonah's broken. And he's not a bot like me, Crow, Gyps, Waverly..."

"You're worried he won't be fixed."

"Yeah."

"Well he won't be fixed. He won't go back to how he was before." Joel said bluntly. "If it were just that he'd broken his leg or arm, then yeah, thatcan be fixed." He paused to yawn. "Brain damage is a tricky thing, Tom."

"Can I stay here with you tonight, Joel?"

Joel inhaled sharply. He still wasn't used to being on the SOL. Everything was completely foreign to him, even his beloved robots. But he still couldn't stand to see one of them upset.

"Fine, Tom. You can stay here for tonight." He took off his glasses and put them down on the bed, next to the pillow. Then he lay down and moved over for Servo and pulled the sheet over the both of them.

"Hello, Jonah. Bots." Kinga greeted. "I hope you're ready and rested up for today's experiment-or not, I don't care, but I have a real stinker of a movie all prepared for you today."

"And when she says 'stinker', she's actually being generous." Max piped up. "It's Manos level bad!"

"Thank you, Max, not that I care about your opinions." Kinga said. "Although this time you're right. But first, invention exchange! What have you got for us, Heston?"

"Well, how often has this happened to you? You take a picture, upload it to your computer and then you have to Photoshop it yourself." Jonah began. "But wait, you're either really lazy or on a tight schedule."

"Introducing the Photoshop Polaroid Camera." Crow put a camera down on the table and pushed it towards Jonah.

"That's right. The Photoshop Polaroid Camera." Servo repeated. "You simply pick it up, and take the photo. The camera does all the enhancing work for you." He said as Jonah demonstrated the invention beside him. "Then at the end, you get a photograph of what you just took a picture of."

"Say goodbye to black spots, red eye, dark patches, and bright lights. It even Photoshops people." Crow said.

"Well? What do you think?" Jonah asked.

"What do I think?" Kings scoffed. "I think it's uninspired. Max!"

Max came back from off camera to push a bench with a CPR dummy on. "Presenting, the CPR Dummy!"

"I know what you're thinking, it's already been invented." Kinga said. "But this the Nightmare CPR Dummy."

"The only CPR dummy that haunts your nightmares." Max said.

"Check out it's terrifying realism." Kinga gestured to the face as Max lifted the dummy up. It looked just like a real person. "And the haunting sound it makes when you start the chest compressions-it's just like real ribs cracking!" She said with glee.

"Are you trying to put people off CPR?" Jonah asked.

"Shut up." Kinga said. "Okay, Heston, your movie today is called Birdemic-"

"Oh man." Jonah rubbed the back of his neck. "Kinga, I really don't have any desire to see this movie again."

"Tough break, Heston." Kinga said. "You agreed you'd riff on every movie I sent you or I'll cut off your oxygen."

"Go ahead and cut off his ox-" Crow was stopped by Jonah clamping his hands around his beak.

"Ignore him and don't cut off my oxygen, please." Jonah said.

"Then watch the movie. It's that simple." Kinga said.

"He can't watch this movie." Servo spoke up. "He won't go mad, his brain will melt into a big pile of nothing and then he'll be too dead for you to experiment on and torture."

"Yeah." Jonah nodded in agreement. "Well, not quite that extreme, Tom."

"Forgive me for being dramatic."

"Crow's the dramatic one, you're-"

Kings interrupted the two. "What I hear is that you're rebelling against me and you're not going to honour your previously arranged agreement."

"Well, I either watch the movie or I die a slow, horrible death. It's not really an agreement more as it is a threat." Jonah pointed out.

"Of course it's a threat!" Kinga shouted. "I am a supervillain."

"And a wonderful one at that too, your Shevilness." Max said.

"Suck up." Servo muttered.

"But do you really have to cut off Jonah's oxygen?" Max asked. "I mean... you won't have a test subject then."

"That's true." Crow agreed.

"Then enter the nightmare fuelled world of Birdemic!"

"Wait, Kinga, no!" Jonah shouted.

Kinda growled. "What now, Heston?!"

"I can't watch this movie." Jonah said. "I mean it. Nobody can. It's unwatchable for a reason."

"Okay. Then you can die." Kinga disappeared offscreen.

"Kinga, no! Think about this!" Max cried out. "Don't kill him!"

The lights started flashing red on the bridge, signifying that something had gone horribly wrong.

"Wait, what's she doing?" Crow asked.

Jonah immediately felt the lack of oxygen in the room. Not just because he was suddenly unable to breathe, but he was already feeling dizzy and seeing spots. He tugged at the neck of his t-shirt, even though it didn't do anything, nor did he logically expect it to.

"Jonah, are you okay?" Crow asked.

"She did it-she cut off his oxygen." Servo said.

"That's right, I did." Kinga said.

"We get to watch another human suffocate to death-"

"Mike's still alive, Crow." Servo said.

"I can't watch this." Crow covered his eyes.

"Kinga, please, you've taught him his lesson-turn the oxygen back on and he'll watch the movie, right, Jonah?" Max asked hopefully.

Jonah didn't answer. The pain in his head was getting worse. Not only that, there was something else, a weird feeling, almost like he was high-

"Jonah." Servo nudged him.

Jonah nodded. At what, he wasn't sure. He just needed to breathe at this point.

"Okay, fine. I'll put the oxygen back on." Kinga disappeared back offscreen and Max followed her. So did the camera, putting the two back onscreen.

Although Kinga had pressed the button, nothing seemed to be happening on the Satellite. Maybe it was a delay. Jonah couldn't deal with a delay, he needed oxygen now. He collapsed down to his hands and knees and opened up his jumpsuit, as if that would do anything to help.

Cambot moved himself behind the desk to where Jonah was, continuing to broadcast to the Mads.

"Kinga, do something!" Max begged. "He's turning blue!"

At this point, Kinga started to panic. "Synthia!" She screamed.

Her grandmother's clone appeared. "Yes, Kinga, what do you need?"

"There's something really wrong-I cut Jonah's oxygen off and now I can't get it back." She said.

"Gypsum!" Crow shouted. "We need oxygen or Jonah's gonna die and I hear flesh bodies smell really terrible when they die so we can't have it on the SOL." He was putting on a brave act, but his voice betrayed him-he was scared.

"Already working on it, Crow." Gypsum shouted back. She sounded just as panicked.

Great. That was just what Jonah needed to hear. His arm jerked, sending him crashing to the floor. It was such a struggle to keep his eyes open. He was twitching all over and couldn't stop it if he tried-and he was trying.

"Jonah! Dear god, Jonah, please-" He heard Servo's voice, overlapping Crow's, Gypsum's, Kinga's, Max's, Synthia's...

He looked up to see Growler looking over the desk at him before his vision was completely taken over by black spots and-

Jonah's eyes snapped open and the first thing he became aware of was that he was drenched in sweat and that one of his eyes wasn't working. "Crow! Crow!" He called out.

"Crow's not here, Jonah." Gypsum said. "It's me."

Jonah was so close to crying that he actually did cry. Gypsum simply wrapped her coils around him and nudged her head closer. A hug. One that Jonah desperately needed.

Jonah realised that he was safe and patted his hands on Gypsum's coils.

"Come on. Let's get you dry." Gypsum said after a few minutes.

Jonah simply nodded. With Gypsum's help and support, he stood up out of bed. That was when Gypsum noticed something.

"Jonah... did you... wet yourself again?"

Jonah winced and shrunk down, as if he were expecting to be told off. He couldn't help that he did that. It seemed to come with the brain damage. His brain no longer told him when he needed to go to the bathroom. Or when to eat. That's why the bots had to make his meals for him.

"No no no, it's okay." Gypsum nuzzled closer to him. "It's not your fault. I just need to know for laundry."

"L...aun'ry." Jonah repeated. What was laundry? He'd definitely heard that word before. But he wasn't sure what it meant. "What... means?"

"Oh." Gypsum said. "Laundry just means dirty clothes and bedsheets that need washing." She explained. "Like this." She bobbed her head at Jonah's soiled bedsheets.

Jonah nodded, understanding, but not really understanding. He knew that his sheets needed washing. But not much else of what Gypsum said.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay." Gypsum said. "Joel's here. The Mads don't care about torturing you anymore."

Jonah still couldn't hear properly. Maybe that was why he couldn't understand Gypsum. Every so often she would just say certain words that he wouldn't understand. He knew that the Mads were Kinga and Max. He knew he hated Kinga because she was the one who did this to him. Max was alright. Not great, but better than Kinga-wait, what was Gypsum saying?

Jonah growled out in frustration. He tried to move his left arm, but simply cried out in pain and then again in frustration. His body wouldn't work for him anymore. It hurt endlessly and his arm and leg were weak, he couldn't hold anything and they kept jerking whenever he wanted to do something. His other hand kept shaking. He couldn't fix the bots anymore. How could he? He couldn't even fix himself-

"Jonah, it's alright." Gypsum said.

Jonah shook his head.

"Come on. Let's get you into some clean clothes."

A/N: Okay. This may be slightly more angsty than I was expecting. But that's okay.
Again, I promise that Jonah will be... happy, I guess. In the end.