I apologize for adding another authors note, despite that I said I would avoid it in chapter two. So much for that! I also apologize for the length and lack of excitement in this chapter. Skip it if you want, but it does contain some very important revelations about Felix's past.

Felix slipped inside the penthouse without a problem and walked over to the elevator. He hesitated for a minute over which button to press, and decided to go with floor seven. The elevator carried him to a single door, labeled "Felix." Curious as to why a door would have his name on it, Felix opened the door and went inside.

The room was filled with medals. They were all over the walls, on the back of the door, and even on the ceiling. Felix stood for a moment, until he realized that they all read the same thing. Fix-it Felix Jr.

"Oh my land..." Felix murmurerd in awe. "This is amazing!"

Glancing around, Felix saw that the closet was open. On the top row were several sweater vest and long sleeved blue shirts. On the bottom row, there were several pairs of work cloths. Felix took a closer look at the name tag on one of the work shirts. The tag read, "Fix-it Felix Jr.

Felix was confused. This had to have been his room at some point in time. But why couldn't he remember any of it? Was it possible that he was more than some glitch?

Shaking his head, Felix returned to the job that he had originally snuck into the penthouse for. He found the sock drawer his father had mentioned quickly. Amidst the white socks, he found the very same journal that his father in his vision had given him. He opened it to the first page and started to read.

The first entry was very short.

"October 17, 1983

It has been a year and a day since our game has been plugged in. My father has decided to give me this journal as a gift. I really don't see the point, since I almost never have spare time, between polishing my medals, attending parties, trying to spend some alone time with my father, and not to mention running the game! Speaking of that, the arcade opens in five minutes. I must away."

Felix paged through several more meaningless pages of daily business. Why did I write all of this? Felix questioned himself. The entries did help in proving his theory though; he was indeed a part of the game, and Frank was not even mentioned once. But why? Felix thought. He tried to search for the answer, but another entry caught his eye first. It was smudged with tears, as was the entry behind it, but Felix could make it out just barely.

"March 28, 1987

Wheely is gone. I can hardly believe it, but he's gone! He's been eaten by the shark in Jaws, He's dead, and I almost was to. I should have died. It should have been me instead. Wheely saved my life.

Turbo, Speedy, and the rest of the gang from Turbo Time are so darn mad at Q*Bert and I, I don't think it's likely we'll ever be allowed inside their game again. It's also possible that their game might be unplugged because of Wheely's absence. Speedy is the maddest, and the most distressed, because Wheely was his twin brother.

Everyone in the arcade is much more tense as well, because everyone always thought that when you die, you regenerate, no matter what. I guess what happened to Wheely proves us all wrong. It is possible to die for good. Video game characters aren't immortal.

I'm no better really. I've felt so darn crappy, I can barely eat! Father's trying to cheer me up the best he can. He's gotten a grand total of 21 cherries from Pac-Man, which happen to be my favorite food, but I haven't eaten a single one yet. I hope they don't spoil.

April 2, 1987

My anti-social behavior has finally pushed my father over the edge. Today, he gave me a newspaper from Paperboy and said, "If you don't want to ever leave this room, fine! Here's your new toilet."

I gave him a look. "What?"

"Look, Felix." Father started. "Wheely gave you his life for a reason, and it wasn't so that you can be in here shivering and sobbing like a little girl. I...I can't even begin to imagine what you must feel, but you've got to understand. People can't just go about their daily lives living in fear that they might die. I mean, everyone can die just as easily in their games for good! The instant someone pulls that plug, it's game over!"

"I...I guess you're right." I said.

"Come on, Felix. Let's go upstairs and party. What do you say?"

I said yes. It turned out that he had invited the entire arcade upstairs! I had the time of my life at that party. I'm going to bed now for a quick rest. I've had to much food.

Felix smiled. His father sounded a little weird, but also amazing. But now he had another question to add to his question about Repairman Frank. Where was his father now?

Felix searched the diary. He saw a brief mention of Turbo going nuts with jealously over a new racing game and causing it and Turbo Time to be unplugged on June 17, 1990. Two years after that, and the last entry of the diary, Felix found the answer to both of his questions.

February 11, 1992

My father has betrayed my game. He was seen running around in Tappers during arcade hours, throwing barrels of beer around, stealing glasses from Tapper, and loudly singing obscenities. So now Tappers is unplugged, and it's a miracle we weren't unplugged too because fortunately, most humans don't know that my father is part of my game because he only shows up in the cutscene between playing, and even then only if the game has been left alone for more that 20 minutes, which it rarely ever is.

The penthouse made an unanimous vote to kick my father out of the game. I voted to kick him out too, but part of me thinks there's a good reason that he did what he did. But Gene is right; It's to dangerous to keep a possible programing error in our game. We can still go on without a cutscene.

My father showed me the Game's programing room. He explained the duties that I would now have to take over now that he was going. He also told me about Frank. The poor guy was supposed to be the avatar for the second player in two player mode, but he's a virus. He can't even move. Father told me that I had to make sure nobody was going to take him over, whatever that ment. He said I would know if anything ever happened to the game's coding.

I was the only one at the train station to say good-bye. Father says he's going to look for Jack now that he doesn't have any duties to do. I think that's crazy, but he seemed so confident about finding him, I decided to keep my mouth shut. The last thing he said to me was, "Don't let peer pressure ever be the boss of you."

I wish I had asked his side of the story. I wonder why he didn't tell anyone.