The American pulled the door open and the German pushed ahead, taking the steps down further and further into the never-ending darkness. Tank bulked up and followed through, closing the door behind him. After nearly tripping several times, hearing a strange sound come from above and bumping into each other twice, the two made it to the pitch black basement. Dempsey peered around at the darkness and covered his nose with a sleeve, as the strong smell of blood made him slightly queezy.

"Oh nein. Zhat's not gut." the Doctor's voice broke the silence.

"What's not good?"

"I zhink zhat zhe blizzard made zhe power go out." Edward announced, flickering with the switch on the wall in the dark. "I zhink zhat-"

"Don't say it!" the blond muffled through his sleeve. "Don't you dare."

"Ve have to-"

"No!"

The German smirked evilly to himself as memories flooded back into his head. The one line that Dempsey dreaded the most was always at the beginning of their journey. He cleared his throat.

"I zhink ve have to turn on zhe power."

"Seriously?! We teleport nearly 50 years into the fucking future only to have to do this again?!"

"Vell, you know vhat zhey say: History repeats itself."

"Let's..." Tank sighed. "Let's just go."

"Fine. Hold mein hand." Richtofen replied, reaching out for the Marine in the dark.

"Nice try, you fruit, but I'm not gonna hold anything on you."

"Vell, if you're not interested in holding mein hand, I have a couple of ozher zhings you can hold..." the German giggled.

"You're disgusting." Dempsey replied and began to walk forward. "I'm going ahe-"

The blond's foot got caught on something and he fell forward, hitting his face on the concrete floor.

"Vanna hold mein hand now?" Edward cooed to the dark.

"Shut. Up."

The Doctor led the way through the dark basement with Dempsey holding the hood of his hoodie. He refused to hold those skinny, spider fingers in the dark nearly 10 times and eventually, the perverted other gave up. Richtofen stopped by the power box and found a flashlight next to it. He began his work as Tank kept watch for tiny yellow dots in the shadowy basement.

"Can you work any slower?" the blond wondered, casting a glare towards the Nazi.

"Can your timing be any vorse?"

"What are you talking about?"

The lights flickered back on, eating away the shadows and allowing Dempsey to stare at the somewhat clean basement, minus all of the bloody hand prints on the white walls. Tools were scattered about and tables lined the walls, leaving a walkway down the middle. Some of the tables were covered in body parts and some had straps on them. Probably for holding down "patients". But one thing in particular caught his eye.

In the very back was a bright white cave and in the middle was an electric blue pad. The pad crackled with electricity and glowed brightly.

"Is that... a teleporter?" Tank wondered aloud. "You built a teleporter?"

"It's not quite finished," Richtofen said, stepping over to blond and standing next to him. He placed his hands on his hips. "Zhere are still a few zhings to vork out."

"Where does it go?" the American questioned.

"It hasn't been tested yet and I don't zhink zhat it goes anyvhere." the German's eyes brightened. "Vould you like to be mein first test subject?!"

"No! Now let's find the kid and get the hell out of here!" Dempsey yelled.

"Daddy?" A high-pitched voice piped up.

Milz stepped out from behind the teleporter, peeking around at the room in fear. Dried tears stained his cheeks and he shook violently. The baby hobbled over to Dempsey and was picked up.

"S-scary monsters chased me behind thingy..." the zombie whimpered. "B-but, I found you... Do I win?"

"Yeah, you win! Good job, kid!" the Marine grinned, petting Milz's brown head.

Richtofen sighed and checked the golden watch on his wrist. It was 7:49 and breakfast wasn't going to cook itself. He urged the two out of the basement and up the stairs into the kitchen. He turned the lights off on his way up and closed the door behind him at the top. Out of the pocket of his sweatpants, the Nazi pulled a tiny medical syringe half-full of a bubbly, purple liquid. He stared at the tall blond before him and sniffled, scratching his cheek with his free hand.

The German took no second thoughts and stabbed the medical tool into Tank's neck, quickly pressing onto the pump at the top. Dempsey turned around in anger.

"What the fuck, kraut?!" his eye-lids lowered sleepily and he felt light-headed. He murmured under his breath. "What happened?"

The Nazi removed the syringe sticking from his neck and stashed it away back in his pocket as Dempsey put Milz onto the floor and gawked at his surroundings.

"Where am I?" he rubbed his neck. "Why does my neck hurt?"

"You fell." Edward lied. "Maybe you should go back to sleep. Zhat vould help."

"You're right. Everything's... spinning..." the Marine muttered, stumbling out of the kitchen, Milz following behind him.

The Doctor walked over to the stove and began breakfast while thinking to himself deeply.

'I'm not ready for zhem to know. Not yet.'