A little while later after revealing himself to Zoey, Mal was getting increasingly bored. And when he was bored, he got violent.

Increasingly violent.

Mal paced back and forth in the living room, muttering to himself while twirling the switchblade he found earlier in his hand absentmindedly. Zoey saw this, a look of concern on her face, "Mal. . . are you-"

His gaze snapped to her, cutting off her question with a harsh growl, "What? What the hell do you want?"

Ignoring his hostility, Zoey continued, "I was going to ask, 'are you okay?'"

"I'm fantastic, other than being bored out of my skull" Mal groaned

"Well I-", Zoey was again cut off, but not by Mal this time, but by a ringing cellphone. She dug into her pockets and found her cellphone, answering it she put it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"I'm alright."

"Sure, what time?

"Okay, see you there."

Zoey ended the call and looked towards Mal, who look extremely annoyed and bored and just evil.

"Who was that?"

"It was Scott"

Mal chuckled darkly, "What did farm boy want?"

Ignoring the insult to Scott, Zoey said, "He called to see if we wanted to hang out with him and Dawn at the mall today"

Mal groaned, "Seriously? And you said yes?"

Zoey nodded, "You don't have to come along if you don't want to, you know"

Mal shrugged sitting down, "Whatever, it beats being bored here with just you"

Zoey rolled her eyes and got up, "Well I got to take a shower, then we'll get going. Don't burn the house down or anything please"

Mal grinned evilly, "No promises, Red"

Zoey then left to the bathroom and Mal waited until he heard the shower water running before taking a deep breath and passing out.

X X X

Mal was back in Mike's subconscious, he made his way through the landscape, towards the large room called "The Main Brain Room", which was where everyone else was locked up. He opened the door cautiously, knowing Mike and the personas were probably untied and ready to burst through the door the moment it opened.

He peered in and saw the personas were sitting on the ground, seemingly dazed. He smiled, "I guess they finally gave up trying to escape. Good.", he opened the door fully and stepped in.

Mike was the first one to react to his presence, though tired and broken he had the strength to look up, "Mal. . .is that you?"

Mal chuckled, "Oh yea, it's me, Mikey"

Mike stood up weakly, "Have you come here to erase us? Or laugh at us? Or what?"

"None of that, I came here to tell you that Zoey figured out it was me in control and not you"

Mike's eyes widen, "How? Normally you can fool anyone when you act like me."

"Thanks for the compliment, but I guess not this time. She's smarter than she looks, I'll give her that"

"So why are you telling me this?"

"Because I also wanted you to know, that if she tries to get me exposed to anyone else. I will kill her. No hesitation. No mercy. Just one dead redhead."

"You won't do that."

Mal looked into Mike's eyes. Mike tried to look back but struggled to maintain the eye contact with his evil alter's cruel and dark gaze, "I am serious, Mike. Dead. Fucking. Serious."

With that Mal turned around and left without another word.