Underdog was pacing around the cabin, loudly sporting something about how Polly thinks I'm dead! and oh my god, Polly had a child!

In the meantime, Lewis pulled his phone out of his backpack, and leaned against the wall, reading, in absolute panic. Polly had send over fifty texts, over one hundred phone calls, and one hundred phone calls combined from two unknown numbers. Hesitantly, he went to call back. Polly picked up before it could even ring.

"...Lewis?"

Lewis felt tears pour down his face, voice cracking "Yeah…"

Polly's voice was broken too, "Where have you been? Where are you?"

"W-with Underdog. He's alive. He's here."

"...wh-what?"

Lewis looked up. Underdog stood in the doorway, his arms crossed, looking sadly down. Lewis let out a shaky breath, "...yeah," was all he said, stretching up to give Underdog his phone.

"Hi. I'm sorry," was all he said, walking into the living room so Lewis wouldn't hear.

Lewis got his phone back in under an hour, however for the rest of the week Underdog didn't say anything of it, or really, anything at all. That morning Lewis woke up after hearing a thumping on the roof, and after a few minutes Underdog came into the cabin and his room, dropping his backpack on top of him.

Lewis shot up, flailing to get it off his head, looking up at Underdog.

"Get up. We're going home."

"What?"

"I'm taking you back home, Lewis." and without another word left. Lewis stood, flinging his backpack over his shoulder. He didn't have anything to put in that wasn't already there. The front door was open, and outside the sun was well on its way to rising. Underdog pulled the trunk open, absolute sadness and exhaustion in his eyes. The starry blue fabric of his cape covered the floor of it. In the meantime, Lewis opened the passenger door and put his backpack in the floorboards, quietly following Underdog back in.

Underdog had pulled out all of the drawers from the writing desk in the corner, setting two holographic rainbow worn-out obviously-80s folders on the surface. His mother's poems, Lewis figured. Lewis stepped closer, catching sight of a photo paperclipped on top of one.

It was a photo of four people, in front of the cabin, grainy but in color. In the foreground was Underdog- or, probably Junior at that point- and William. Underdog was the one holding the camera and only the upper half of his head could be seen. William looked as if he was fighting him for the camera. In the back were two happy, proud figures, both looked alot like the too. The taller, in a white shirt and suspenders, had a big tuft of fur just above his mouth almost like a mustache. His eyes were closed but he was smiling, eyes wrinkling. He was holding onto another Underdog-like person, with his freckles and all. She simply had on a pinkish sweater.

"Put those in the car, will you?" Underdog asked quietly, voice downcast but not just nodded, grabbing them carefully and placing gently in the trunk of his car. It didn't look like it'd ever really been used.

When he went back in, he jumped. Underdog was gone and there was a huge hole behind the desk. A… door. Underdog had hidden a door behind it. Lewis just stared, not sure how to get in and not sure he really wanted to. Underdog was on perfect bed, shoebox firmly in his lap, looking at photos with tears in his eyes.

He sighed, standing, handing the box to Lewis, who quietly delivered it to the car. Underdog grabbed his radio under his arm, looking around the cabin, breathing deeply in and out.

He walked outside, looking up and down the place. He gave the doorframe a little pat, before slamming the door closed. He turned to Lewis.

"Whenever I die I'm going to leave you in charge of this place. Please never sell it." those last few words were what broke his voice.

Lewis nodded, "I'll fix the place up and use it as a summerhouse for my own kids. Is that good?"

Underdog smiled, nodding, wiping away his watery eyes. He walked past Lewis and started the car. Lewis followed and jumped in his own side. Underdog started reversing, careful to make sure he didn't run into the pond, and turned to leave the forest.

"It'll be a sad day when you die," Lewis quietly muttered.

Underdog scoffed, smiling, and placed his radio on Lewis' lap. Lewis kept completely still, nervously glancing between it and Underdog. But Underdog didn't look angry or nervous in the slightest.

"You know where the power button is," was all he said, starting to drive.

Lewis gulped, holding it and anxiously turning on. The last half of a song faded in. Lewis turned it up more.

"All my memories gather round her- Miner's lady, stranger to blue water. Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

Country rooooaaads, take me hooooooome! To the plaaaace I beloooong! West Virginia, mountain mamaaaaa! Take me hooooome, country roooooaaads!

I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me. The radio reminds me of my home far away… and driving down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday…

Yesterday!"