M.O.M. struggled to keep her eyes open as she laid uncomfortably in Martin's arms. She scrunched up her face as she began to recollect her first encounter with Gauguin.

"Ever heard of the painter van Gogh?" M.O.M. quietly asked Martin.

"Uh he painted the Mona Lisa right?" If she didn't remember past Martin being a bit dimwitted, she would have assumed he was joking. A slight chuckle escaped her lips followed by her sputtering.

"Not quite Martin," she spoke softly, delicately picking her words so she could thoroughly elucidate to the boy the origin of Gauguin. "I can tell you haven't been studying." She humorlessly added.

Martin painfully searched her face for answers, not knowing if M.O.M. was just acting loopy because she was on the verge of death. She meekly smiled almost to reassure him that she was just about to get to her point.

"Vincent van Gogh was the famous painter who killed himself Martin. They said he was insane and delirious, but they weren't believers of the supernatural like you and I." She paused for a moment, and began to reflect. All of this was her fault. "You see, Gauguin was a demon that tortured van Gogh. He posed as a fellow painter, but that really wasn't the case. He deceived van Gogh and used him for all of what he had."

"Why?" Martin innocently asked.

"That's what demons do Martin. Vincent van Gogh finally realized this and attacked him with a razor. But of course a demon could defend himself against the painter. Vincent van Gogh escaped, but only with half his sanity. For you see Gauguin is a special kind of demon; he doesn't want your soul." M.O.M.'s breathing started to get heavy but she ignored it kept going on with her story. "He wants your mind."

"But what would a demon do with a mind?" Martin questioned more to himself then to M.O.M. Her lips pursed and her fingers twitched, Martin was still quiet naïve.

"Humans tend to have less morals when they're less mentally sound. I mean think about it, van Gogh cut off his own ear!"

"So Gauguin destroys people's sanity just so they can hurt themselves?" Martin inquired, almost getting where M.O.M. was going with this. She bit her lip and closed her eyes for a brief moment. The memory was still fresh in her brain. The pain she endured when she encountered the demon. The way he just slithers down your throat and just scratches at your eyelids. The entire experience of almost losing her sanity was traumatizing altogether. And she was the only known survivor of it. When she re-opened her eyes and looked at Martin's face, she began to tear up. "M.O.M.?"

"Some of us aren't so lucky." She quietly stated with glassy eyes.

"What do you mean?" Martin was now completely concerned, not understanding M.O.M.'s words.

"In the end, van Gogh did kill himself. But he trapped Gauguin in one of his self portraits. The demon remained trapped there for decades, until someone as stupid and young as I recovered it and released Gauguin out from his prison."

"What happened?" Martin excitedly prodded. He could never imagine M.O.M. being so irresponsible releasing a demon like that.

"Gauguin needs a host body to live, so he took mine over. I lost six months of my life." M.O.M. dryly responded as she avoided eye contact with Martin. She could tell he was starting to piece things together, but he didn't want to say it just yet.

"How did you get him out?"

"I didn't." She flatly replied.

Martin's face fluttered with confusion. "But that doesn't make sense…"

"I simply dominated his personality and suppressed him Martin. I secretly hoarded Gauguin in my brain for years! Everyday was a constant battle for my mind. But I would be damned if I lost! So eventually his spirit dwindled in me, only occasionally stirring from his slumber."

Martin was silent as he slowly began to take in his surroundings. "Billy built you the capsule to retain Gauguin, didn't he?" M.O.M. nodded her head.

"We were going to trap him as van Gogh did." She explained.

"But how did van Gogh even trap Gauguin?" Martin questioned.

"That was something I wasn't sure of. I knew I needed something to store the creature in, but when it came to driving it out of my body, I was completely puzzled." M.O.M. heaved a sigh and then continued. "Billy assumed that Gauguin left van Gogh's body after his suicide, but I knew there was more to it than that. But then it hit me."

"What?" Martin's eyes became wide and he began to feel a bit antsy. This was the most interesting case he had ever even dealt with before.

"van Gogh, was never planning on killing himself. I went deeper into Gauguin's past, following any story or legend that even seemed somewhat similar to mine and van Gogh's. What I came to discover was that in near death situations, Gauguin will leave the host body. Thus why van Gogh first cut off his ear and then later hung himself. He was trying to scare the demon away. But because his mind was already so far gone, he chose tactics that would clearly not work."

"So you tried to experience a near death situation?"

"Yes but instead of helping me, it landed me in here." M.O.M. bitterly leered as she stared deeply into Martin's eyes. She could tell Martin felt uncomfortable by her staring so she looked off into the distance instead. What had happened to Martin, Billy, Diana, Marvin, and Java, was really her fault.

"Well what went wrong?" Martin's curiosity mixed with his anxiety. He only had the dying M.O.M. to tell him the full story.

"I fired you."