The next chapter… uhh... the second one… yeah…

Mike woke up surrounded in furs, the furs were just stacked on him, and lying there he suddenly felt his head throb painfully, the sides of his skull feeling like they would buckle and give way without a little caution. Don't think about it don't think about don't think about AGGGHH

Suddenly the curtains that he had not even noticed were ripped open and it was revealed that a couple of figures were waiting next to the curtains, he couldn't remember them but they seemed almost angry when he managed to focus enough to see their faces to the point at which he could tell the difference between eyes and mouths.

He then noticed that this was not his home or any home that he knew of, he also did not know any of the people before him and, worst of all, he did not know where his blueberry water was…

The one to the right, a boy in blue with a weird white hood thing with ears, he appeared to be around 17, maybe a little older or younger. Man… Kids have such weird ideas on what to wear… Who is this kid anyway? And is his dog… walking on two legs? That's pretty weird man…. I know right?... I wonder if all dogs are like this now?... Good question man… Is there any chance that I could get some more whisky? I don't like being sober…. Yeah… it's in the bag… But where is the bag?... Woah… I hadn't noticed the bag was gone man… Want to look for it?... Yeah man… let's go an' look for the bag with bluebrees…

Finn, seeing that his considerably rude customer, despite being a human, which was very exciting for Finn and he said something about a very large number of them too… Finn couldn't count this high so he would have to ask Princess Bubblegum before any information could be gleamed on this matter. But that would have to come later, for now, he was watching over a man that seemed to be having a conversation with himself with a massive lack of self-awareness… he seemed to want his bag back…

The bag in question, was his grey satchel bag, which had been taken along with his cricket bat and helmet, Oliver and James being left with a live feed of a kitchen in which a boy and his dog (although surprisingly more so the dog) had cooked a vast portion of pancakes with bacon inside them, just before this incredible volume of food was about to be consumed, a sound of groaning and mumbling was head from just a ladder, where Mike was assumed to be.

Finn, currently uneasy with the fact that this man had been mumbling to himself for a solid 30 seconds without paying any attention to the initial subjects of his mumblings, spoke first so as to establish something of a conversation.

"Uh.. Hi.. Hello? Are you okay guy?"

"What? You got me whisky? I could use the… the uhh… Actually… that is a bad idea… lets go bluebrees… Got my bluebrees?"

"Does he mean blueberries?

"Yeah... Those… Where have you stolen them from? Where's me bag at?"

"Uhh… It's in the kitchen… Jake, go get his stuff, I will keep a watchful eye upon this man of great interest."

"What did you call me? Try me mate, I will… Uhh… Actually I will just take a little nap…"

With that Mike just snuggled back into bed, it seemed that he wouldn't be too long until he woke up again because in a matter of seconds, Jake had returned with all of Mike's stuff, all of it; which lead to a slight scorning from Finn as he meant to tell Jake to just bring the bag where Jake had taken everything, the bat and helmet included. This random act of miscommunication lead to Oliver and James' opportunity to see how Mike was doing, which, at the moment consisted of lightly breathing with his eyes closed, attempting to sleep with a throbbing headache.

"So… Do you think he is aware that he is in another person's home or not?"

"We'll see…"

With those words, almost as if on que, Mike's eyes flashed open and he looked around cautiously, noticing far more than he normally does, almost analysing everything. No person had ever seen Mike when fully sober, not since he started, he would be safe to drive (or at least everyone else agreed so) but never fully sober. He seemed almost skittish, nearly frightened, this was spectacle that Josh and Oliver were both blissfully unaware of until now.

Where the fuck am I? What is going on? How did I get here? What is Going On? Who is this kid? WHAT IS GOING ON?!

He began to panic, he didn't remember anything after being called out by Oliver and Josh, as far as he was aware, he could've been in a traffic accident, he could've died and gone to an after world but he couldn't tell because this freaky kid with a weird hat on wouldn't stop talking to a dog that was talking back, not dog talking but talking like a person.

"Who are you people…? Where am I and what is going on?"

Mike was out of the bed, Finn and Jake had barely noticed until he had spoken and were now of the impression that this was a very peculiar man indeed.

"Hey man, take it easy, I have no idea who you are but 2 days ago you just appeared out of nowhere and while you were nice to start with, you ended up insulting my lady friend, I had to put a stop to it so I tackled you and then you just passed out."

"Right… I was called out by some friends and I just remember driving out to the den and that was it. I didn't die did I?"

"I don't know what driving is but you said you had friends… do you mean there are more people?"

"Well yeah, there is Oliver and James-"

Jake and Finn shuddered slightly at the name of James, Mike did not notice and continued with regurgitating what he could remember.

"There was something about the den… Is there nothing else I had on me when I showed up? It begs the question for why I am wearing my cricket gear as opposed to my bike gear."

Finn turned to Jake, holding all of Mike's stuff, he nodded his head in Mike's direction while looking at Jake, hinting to give him his stuff back. Jake did that just, putting the helmet on the floor, the bat and the bag next to them. Mike then walked over to them, nervously, almost as if he expected an attack from any moment.

He first took the bat and held it by the handle, looking up to the two characters before him to see that they looked just as relaxed as the moment he first looked at them, he began to assume that they would not be threatening to him. Looking in the bag, he saw his water and whisky. He took the whisky from his bag, took a deep swig and coughed a little before relaxing and feeling better about himself altogether. He seemed to change from one man to the other with the swig of his whisky, a further thing noted by Oliver and James at the lab.

Putting his whisky in his bag he then put the bag on and put his helmet on.

Unfortunately for Oliver and James, the micro speaker was broken since Finn's tackle and Jake's attempt to wear it when making breakfast, which only resulted in slightly broken equipment and Jake's sore head as Finn hit him scornfully.

Despite Oliver and James' best attempts at communication, nothing got through, they would have to just settle with a video feed that would show them everything he did wrong. The keyword sensor was still active as well but if Mike could not recall what the keyword was, this would be all but useless.

James had a suggestion.

"Shall we just leave him… see what he is really like when he finally runs out of whisky? See what happens when he is put into the hands of a child and his dog in a world he has no idea about?"

"In a world we have no idea about."

"Even more so… he could be out self-preserving camera man. Our video guide to the other side. Do you agree?"

He simply nodded, the two of them turned to face the monitor on the wall, continued to watch as Mike climbed down a ladder into the kitchen area, although he seemed to miss the last rung and fell backwards, making a total arse of himself. The strange bit being that the others followed suit and did the exact same, falling into a big pile at the base. Just as Mike was about to join in the eating of pancakes, seasoned with bacon, a woman made of fire, about the same age as the 'Finn' boy. Surprisingly the wooden house did not burn down, she spoke to them.

As mike saw her, he seemed to freeze, grabbed his head and rolled around on the floor for a bit. The sounds of argument in the background and a gasping for air. Something was happening.

"Come to think of it…. It's funny how often great minds think alike."

[A/N]

Ohh Cliffhanger!

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