I'm really surprised that no one seemed to see all of the clues I was giving you guys. Or if you did, you just didn't point out that you were.

But in the chapter where Jack found the hideout/safepoint, he found the generator number sheet with two tally marks. He and Avery only got one, and Delirious was unable to complete the one he found. Cartoonz also didn't know how to fix a generator yet.

So, who could have repaired the other generator?

Cartoonz groaned and let out a heavy breath. He forced his eyes open and expected to see a bright light above his head, but instead what he saw was darkness. Not total darkness, so he wasn't blind, which was a relief. It was a clear image of what appeared to be a holed roof. Cartoonz sat up slowly and looked around. He was in some kind of cabin or whatever, with a tunnel that led underground.

Where the hell was he?

It was then that Cartoonz realized that some of his sight was obscured, and he put his hands up to his eyes to try to figure out why that was. He gasped in shock when he realized that his right eye was gone, and when he looked at his hands, he saw that they were red. Not blood red, but the shade was definitely familiar. It reminded Cartoonz of his character for YouTube, and then he realized that he was that character.

Right eye missing, light red skin, gray leather jacket and white T-Shirt and jeans. What the hell was going on?! Cartoonz flew to his feet quickly and looked around wildly. In a short few seconds he realized where he was. Dead By Daylight. He recognized the game by the mine entrance he was currently in, but he didn't understand how he was inside a video game. Especially since the last thing he remembered was being in that car accident.

Oh wait, was this by any chance some kind of heaven or hell? Was he dead?

"Well, if that's the case, then this is a weird way to put it," Cartoonz said out loud to no one.

He went outside and looked around, seeing nothing but trees in almost every direction. He knew what he needed to do, but it was just getting started with doing that that seemed to have Cartoonz stuck. First off, he need to find a generator, and they could be anywhere. Were there other people here with him at all?

There were so many possibilities as to what Cartoonz was going through right now. One was he'd suffered a major concussion and was going through some kind of trauma. Another was he was now in a coma like Jonathan and was having a never ending nightmare. A final reason was that he was actually stuck inside a video game.

Because that was logical. . .

Cartoonz was still trying to figure out where to start looking for a generator or possibly other people when he heard something. It sounded like yelling, and Cartoonz recognized the voice to be human. He ran in the direction of the screaming and stopped when he saw movement.

He narrowed his eye to try and see them better, and then Cartoonz realized what he was seeing; it was The Trapper chasing after someone. Cartoonz couldn't see who the person was before they disappeared again, but he wasn't letting that killer go after them. He ran towards The Trapper and practically jumped in front of it to get its attention. When The Trapper saw him, Cartoonz ran.

He randomly dodged around trees and rocks, scouting around a small area until he looked back and saw that The Trapper was all confused. Once he was sure he was safe for now, Cartoonz went back to the mine entrance in hopes that he would find that other person from before there.

He explored the small inside before heading down the tunnel. It didn't go in very far, but it felt like he'd been walking for a while before he ran into a blockage. Cartoonz turned around, and when he came out of the tunnel again, he found that something was different. It was no longer quiet, and to Cartoonz, it sounded like someone was repairing something. Was there a generator nearby that he hadn't spotted?

Cartoonz followed the sound through the building and came outside the back. He saw a generator just feet away from him and could hear someone making repairs to it, though he couldn't actually see them. He carefully went around the generator until he could see the other person.

They looked as though they had been through a lot. His clothes were torn and dirty in places, and his red dyed hair was a mess. There were bandages on his right leg that clearly needed replacing by now, and a few other cuts that were unattended to.

"Uh, hello?" Cartoonz said slowly.

The other man jumped and stopped what he was doing. He looked away from the generator and at Cartoonz, confusion spreading over his fear darkened face. Cartoonz glanced awkwardly to the side before looking back at the man.

"Who are you?" the man asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Uh, I-I'm. . ." Cartoonz tried to figure out which name to use. "Cartoonz?" he said uncertainly.

To Cartoonz's surprise, realization replaced the confusion on the man's face. "Oh! You're Delirious' friend, then." The man stood up and approached him.

"You. . . you know Delirious?" Cartoonz looked the man in front of him over, and then felt something familiar about him.

"Yeah," the man nodded. "Though I can't say we met under the best of circumstances." He held out his hand for Cartoonz to shake. "Name's Mark."

Cartoonz suddenly realized why he felt like he'd seen this guy before. "Markiplier?" he guessed, taking his hand.

Mark nodded.

Cartoonz looked around before asking, "Just what is going on here? Where are we? And why?" He looked at Mark's face with wonder. "More like how." he added quietly.

Mark shrugged. "I don't really understand the whole thing myself, even though I know the reason." he said. "I'm just really confused as to how it is that you're here." Mark looked Cartoonz over as he had him.

"I'd like to know that answer, too," Cartoonz stated. "But how is it you know Delirious?" he asked finally.

"I met him through this whole ordeal. Don't know where he is right now, though." Mark explained.

Cartoonz's eyes widened. "Wait, he's here?!" he gasped. "When did you last see him?!" he demanded, stepping closer to Mark.

"Uh, last I saw him was when he and Avery escaped Coldwind Farm!" Mark said quickly, not sure if Cartoonz was willing to threaten him or anything.

"Coldwind Farm. . ." Cartoonz repeated. "So this is Dead By Daylight after all."

"Unfortunately," Mark put in.

"So, I'm assuming we have to beat the game to get out of it or something like that? Or is this eternal?" Cartoonz asked, gesturing towards the generator.

"Yeah, pretty much," Mark answered. "Although I don't think that we're all stuck in some kind of eternal cycle or anything, so you don't have to worry about that." he added.

Cartoonz approached the generator. "How do we fix this, exactly?" he asked.

"Oh," Mark went back to the generator and showed Cartoonz how to repair it.

When he finally got the hang of it, they got the machine fixed a little faster. Once the light came on above them, Mark and Cartoonz ran inside the mine entrance and stayed low for a few minutes. They finally decided that it was safe to leave and went out the other side of the cabin.

It was just trees stretching in every direction, and Cartoonz didn't know where they were supposed to start looking.

"Just how big is the map?" he asked, gazing out at the misty forest around him.

"Don't know," Mark said, unhelpfully. "It varies, I guess. Depends on how many different areas were combined."

"Meaning?" Cartoonz pressed.

"It could be really large," Mark explained.

"So where do we start and what are we supposed to begin with?" Cartoonz asked.

"We start anywhere, and I guess we begin with looking for another generator," Mark started walking off towards a small, distant light. ""It's better than wandering around aimlessly looking for the others." he explained.

"Hmm," Cartoonz nodded, following after Mark quietly.

He didn't like the idea of Delirious being exposed to something like this, even though he'd played the game Dead By Daylight a ton of times before. But maybe it would explain what was going on with him back home. His coma, his shoulder. . .

Even though Cartoonz didn't stop walking, he felt shock stop his breath. He blinked and shook his head, snapping himself out of his sudden trance and looked quickly at Mark. He jogged forward until he was walking next to him.

"Did something. . . happen to Delirious. . . by any chance?" he asked fearfully.

Mark's speed slowed for a moment as he looked at Cartoonz, but then he resumed his regular pace. "Yeah," he said. "Do you mean something specific?"

Cartoonz sighed. "Well, back home, in the real world, he's in a coma and I can now only guess that this is the reason why," he said. Mark remained silent, so he continued. "It was on day two that Delirious. . . that Jonathan was in the hospital when he was suddenly taken into an emergency surgery for something that happened to his shoulder." Cartoonz looked at Mark again.

Mark still didn't say anything, though.

"What I'm basically asking is. . . was he thrown on a hook at all?" Cartoonz felt a shiver travel through his body at the thought.

Mark sighed heavily and looked forward. "Yeah, he was," he answered finally.

Cartoonz felt his chest hurt at the thought of how much pain that Delirious must have gone through. He wanted nothing more than to find him, now. Even if he was okay now, he was still horribly injured, and Cartoonz just wanted to be sure that his best friend was managing himself well.

"At least he'd survived getting hooked?" Cartoonz said hopefully.

"Barely," Mark said. "But yeah, he's alive as far as I know."

Cartoonz froze suddenly and had his eye peeled for any sign of movement. Mark looked back and saw that he'd stopped, so he paused to wait. A sound reached Cartoonz, and he recognized it as The Trapper laying down a trap somewhere.

"He's near us," he whispered harshly towards Mark, who looked around in confusion.

"Who is?" Mark asked, puzzled.

"The killer," Cartoonz explained.

Mark gulped and looked at the surrounding area. Then Cartoonz spotted The Trapper and saw that it was moving towards them. Rather slowly in fact, and it puzzled him for a moment.

"Let's not stand around, please," Mark pleaded.

Cartoonz nodded quickly and the two of them took off running. They lost The Trapper easily, and when they came to a stop, Mark and Cartoonz were slightly confused.

"Is it just me, or did the killer seem. . . slow?" Mark voiced his wonder.

"Yeah," Cartoonz agreed. "But it almost looked as though he was actually limping," he looked at Mark, who had confusion written all over his face, but his eyes showed fear.

"So, you're saying that it was hurt?" Mark checked. Cartoonz nodded, looking back in the direction of The Trapper. "I wonder who did that?" Mark said.

Cartoonz was scanning the area, and he caught a flicker of light. It was the same light that they had been heading towards in the first place, and he pointed it out to Mark. It was definitely closer, and when Cartoonz and Mark reached it, they found that it was one of the firelit barrels.

"Well, at least we found one thing," Mark pointed out, looking up at the hook a few feet away.

"We don't have a toolbox, though, so how are we supposed to take it down?" Cartoonz asked.

"We don't need a toolbox," Mark said. Cartoonz blinked. "Not this time, at least. We can just take them down by removing the bindings holding it into the stand." Mark explained as he climbed onto a rock just behind the hook.

Cartoonz watched in slight astonishment as Mark hoisted himself up onto the beam and slid across the top of it towards the hook. He started fumbling with something that appeared to be some kind of clip, and Cartoonz picked it up when Mark threw it to the ground.

"What on earth. . . ?" He mumbled, turning the clip over in his hands.

He looked back up at Mark and saw that he was undoing a wrapping. Cartoonz was totally bewildered at this point. Sure, he was trapped inside a videogame that he'd played many times before, but it wasn't even played the same way? What the hell was going on?!

Cartoonz let the clip in his hands fall back to the ground again and started looking around. Since he and Mark were obviously not the only ones here, he wanted to try catching at least a glimpse of someone else. What Cartoonz saw, though, was something he didn't remember ever seeing on any of the maps for the MacMillian Estate.

It looked like a shed, and though it was clearly falling apart, Cartoonz could tell that there was something different about it. He heard the thud of Mark jumping off the hook's stand, and looked back at him.

"Hey, uh, Mark?" Cartoonz waited for Mark to stand next to him. "Is that something that should be here?" he asked worriedly. He wasn't sure why he felt so afraid at the moment.

Mark followed Cartoonz's gaze and when he spotted the shed, he looked just as confused. "No, I don't thinks so," he said. "But then that means it might be the safe point!"

Cartoonz was startled by the sudden look of excitement on Mark's face.

"Safe point?" he repeated in bewilderment. There were no safe points in Dead By Daylight. The more Cartoonz was here, the more confused he seemed to be getting. "What do you mean by 'safe point'?!" he demanded in a harsh whisper.

"It could be something else, though," Mark pointed out. "But we'll never know unless we check it out."

Cartoonz gulped as Mark started slowly approaching the shed and gradually followed after him.

While Mark and Cartoonz were moving towards the shed, Delirious was just waking up inside of it. His face felt all hot and sweaty from having worn his mask the entire time he was asleep, and his left arm felt really heavy. Delirious slipped his mask off and wiped his sleeve over his face and the inside of his mask before he put it back on again. He stood up slowly, using the wall for support, and then headed towards the closed door.

Jack and Avery were still asleep, and he still had no idea what had happened with or to Mark, so Delirious was on his own for the time being. At least until one of the other two woke up.

"Quick!" Mark gasped suddenly, grabbing Cartoonz and pulling him behind a toppled tree.

"What?" Cartoonz glared at him, wondering what he was suddenly freaked out about.

Cartoonz looked towards the shed and saw that a door on the smaller side had opened. He froze. His eye widened at the sight of a blue hoodie, and he felt tears welling up inside it when he saw the mask that was ever so familiar. Mark was beginning to relax, now that he knew it was just Delirious and was relieved that the shed was the hideout after all.

He was startled when Cartoonz suddenly leaped over the thick log and shouted "JONATHAN!" as he ran towards Delirious.

Mark suddenly realized that Jonathan was his real name. That should have been obvious when Cartoonz had said it the first time.

Delirious nearly jumped at the sound of his real name, and he was shocked when he saw who had yelled it. Before he could react, though, Cartoonz had already pulled him into a tight hug.

"Ouch," Delirious choked.

Cartoonz put him down quickly. "Sorry, man. I just. . . I'm just glad to see you awake!" he cried.

Delirious was puzzled. "Awake? What are you-" he suddenly remembered what had been in the Journal. "Oh. . . yeah." he looked gloomily at the ground, and then shook his head and looked back at Cartoonz. "How the fuck are you here?!"

"I don't know, but I do want to know what happened to you!" Cartoonz was practically speaking between breaths he was crying so much.

Mark had watched from behind the log up until now, and was just approaching Cartoonz and Delirious.

"Mark!" Delirious gasped excitedly at the sight of his missing friend. "Where were you?!"

"I'll explain everything, but are Jack and Avery inside?" Mark asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Delirious felt the joy coursing through him. It had almost seemed like Jack and Avery knew something about Mark that he didn't, so they would likely be really surprised to see him.

Delirious was about to head inside again when Cartoonz stopped him. He looked back and finally saw the sadness in his eyes. . . er. . . eye.

"Luke?" Delirious was suddenly worried.

"I was so scared for you, Del," Cartoonz said, almost breathlessly. "Just. . . what happened after that call ended?" he asked, pulling Delirious closer to him.

"I. . ." Delirious looked at Mark, who was just watching with wonder. "I don't know," Delirious said finally. "I fell asleep shortly after, and then woke up inside this game."

Cartoonz moved his gaze from Delirious' mask to his empty sleeve. Another tear fell from his eye.

Delirious quickly realized what he was looking at. "Oh, I'm fine, Luke. Honestly," he said.

Cartoonz looked back into his best friend's eyes. He suddenly pulled him into another hug, though he was careful to be gentle around his obviously injured shoulder. "I'm just glad that you're alive." He let a shaky breath escape him.

Delirious suddenly felt like crying himself. This was Luke crying on his shoulder right now. Even though it was technically a different body, it was still the same guy he'd known for seventeen years. His best friend. Delirious let his head rest on Cartoonz's shoulder, nearly forgetting about Mark, who was now just standing awkwardly off to the side.

"Uh, should I go somewhere?" Mark asked suddenly, feeling really awkward as he watched the scene play out in front of him.

"Oh, right, sorry," Delirious stepped back from Cartoonz, who willingly let him go. "Come on. I'm sure that Avery and Jack will be thrilled to see you."

I'm sure they will be, Mark thought as Delirious led them inside the shed.

Jack opened his eyes when he felt someone prodding him in the back. He rolled over to see Delirious looking down at him.

"Wah?" Jack mumbled sleepily.

"Hey, Jack. You won't believe who showed up just now!" Delirious said excitedly and went over to wake Avery.

Jack sat up and rubbed his eyes. It took a moment for them focus and when they did, they widened. Immediately Jack was on his feet and had his arms wrapped tightly around Mark, tears streaming rapidly from his eyes.

"Yer okay!" Jack choked.

"Yeah, I am," Mark whispered softly, wrapping his own arms around Jack.

Jack stepped away. "But. . . how?!" he couldn't believe that Mark was alive at all, and especially after what happened.

Avery was now awake, and she gasped at the sight of Mark. "Mark! You're alive!" she cried joyfully.

Delirious suddenly understood. Jack and Avery weren't saying anything about Mark because they had thought that he was dead. Why hadn't they bothered to tell him that, though? Delirious went to stand next to Cartoonz, who had been watching from the corner.

"I'm confused," Cartoonz said.

"We all are," Delirious put in.

Avery finally took notice of the two of them and her happy expression turned into shock. "What are you doing here?" she asked blankly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Should I be somewhere else?" Cartoonz said.

"No, no, I didn't mean it that way!" Avery explained quickly. "I mean, how are you here?"

Cartoonz shrugged. "It would seem that no one has the answer to that question." He said. "Although I'm hoping that someone can explain to me what the fuck is going on?"

"Well, what do you understand so far?" Avery asked.

"So far? That we're all trapped inside this game and that we have to beat it to get out, since that would only be logical," Cartoonz huffed.

"Okay, well, there isn't much else to say, except that we have to fix a total of nine generators for this map, and it looks like we've already gotten three of them repaired," Avery said.

"Wait, nine?" Cartoonz's brow furrowed in confusion. "Isn't it only four or five, though?"

"It's been different from the start," Delirious explained. "On Autohaven Wrecker's it was ten, Coldwind Farm was eight, and now it's nine. We don't actually know why the number changes each time, but we know that we aren't playing by the proper rules of the game."

"They've been changed just for us," Jack said. "Or at least that's what we're going with." he added quietly.

Cartoonz thought about all of the information he'd just received. "So, basically, the number of generators is different each time, and we have to repair them all in order to escape, and then the hooks can just be torn down without a toolbox or whatever, and you guys have already faced the other two maps?" he looked between Mark, Jack, Delirious, and Avery.

"That about sums it up," Mark confirmed.

"Shit," Cartoonz muttered, scratching his head and pacing a few steps. "What about in the real world? Can someone explain that?" he looked back at the other four.

"I'm. . . sure you already know," Delirious said gloomily.

"So, what? I'm in a coma now?" Cartoonz was starting to feel less confused, but more angry at his situation.

"We all are," Avery explained.

Cartoonz sighed heavily. "Okay, I think I've got the gist of what's going on and what we have to do, but what were you guys saying about Mark over here being dead?" he asked, pointing at Mark.

Jack, Avery, and Delirious all looked at Mark as well.

"How did you escape, anyway, Mark?" Jack asked.

Mark sat himself on the floor and Jack was quick to sit a few feet in front of him with Avery. Delirious stayed in the corner by Cartoonz. He didn't know what it was, but he just didn't want to leave his side. It would seem that Cartoonz didn't want Delirious to move away from him either, though. They moved a little closer so that they could hear Mark's tale.

~ Flashback (Mark's POV)~

Jack and I ran for the barrier that would separate us from Coldwind Farm and send us both onward to the next map, and I really thought that we were finally free from The Hillbilly. If only I could have been right. I felt it grab me by the back of my shirt and pull me backward.

Jack tried to leap forward and save me, but The Hillbilly shoved him hard backwards and past the barrier. I watched as Jack dissolved and then I was thrown over the monster's shoulder. Jack was safe, yes, but I wasn't. He'd been my only hope of escape after being grabbed, but now I was alone.

And having The Hillbilly as my only companion wasn't a thrilling thought.

I struggled against the killer's hold on me as it carried me further and further away from the open gate, towards the Silo. The outside disappeared around me and was replaced with creaking, wood paneled walls and stairs. It grew instantly hotter, and I could feel sweat beading up on my forehead.

I tried once more to escape The Hillbilly's grip, and just as it was about to hoist me onto the hook, I slipped out of its gross hands and bolted. I ran straight up the stairs and out of the Silo, but when I tried to find the gate again, I couldn't locate it once more.

The chainsaw whirred behind me and I started running again without a second thought. I had to get back to the others. I had to get back to Jack. To tell him how I felt and for how long.

I wanted to get the chance to tell Jack that I loved him.

As I ran, I passed the shed ruins where Delirious had been hooked, and then I came upon the cornfield. I knew that the hatch was around here somewhere, but The Hillbilly was far too close for me to use it as my escape route. So I just kept running.

Through the Rotten Fields, away from the Slaughterhouse, and I eventually found myself at The Thompson House. I remembered Avery saying something about a basement being here, but how was that possible if it was at the Silo? I looked around, freezing in place to listen. The only sound I heard was of the soft wind blowing through the tall grasses that grew around me.

Cautiously, I headed inside The Thompson House and found the stairs to the basement. I actually thought of going down there to investigate the weird mystery, but the thought of Jack and the others pushed me away from The Thompson House and in search of the second gate.

A huge sigh of relief left me when I found it and I was quickly holding the lever down to open the doors. They opened with a loud scraping noise that I was sure would bring The Hillbilly running, so I dashed right through them and beyond the barrier.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a dark forest. It was cold, and there was fog everywhere, and I knew that the killer this time was The Trapper. It was obvious because there was a bear trap near me. It wasn't open, but it was still a bear trap. Standing up and looking around, I spotted some sort of building in the distance, and I wasn't sure, but it looked like there was someone by it.

I was about to head towards them when The Trapper appeared out of nowhere, scaring the absolute shit out of me. It shoved me to the ground and a scream tore through my throat. At least that person by that distant building would have heard me, right? Hopefully that had been someone.

God, I hated all this spoopy stuff!

The Trapper picked me up and started carrying me towards the building I'd seen, and if it wasn't for the trap that had been lying on the ground open, I probably would have been killed this time.

The moment The Trapper dropped me to set itself free from its own trap, I flew to my feet and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I ran inside the building, which appeared to be some kind of mine entrance, and I hid inside a corner right next to a window, for in case I needed to escape.

I wasn't feeling like taking the risk of hiding inside the closet just a few feet away. Especially since I knew that was how Delirious had ended up. . . No, I can't let myself think about that now. Not when there was a chance it could happen to me next.

Time passed slowly, and once I felt sure that The Trapper was gone, I left my hiding spot and went through the window. I honestly couldn't believe my luck at having found a generator, but I started to repair it as soon as I was near enough.

It wasn't long before I heard someone coming, but I thought nothing of it. Mostly because their footsteps were light, much lighter than The Trapper's hard, thudding stomps.

"Uh, hello?" a voice I didn't recognize spoke.

I jumped and looked over the generator and saw someone that I had never seen before. He was wearing a light brownish-gray leather jacket over a white T-Shirt, and a pair of faded blue jeans. Strangely, his skin was a light red color, and he was missing his right eye, except it was replaced with "X" shaped scar.

"Who are you?" I asked, feeling greatly confused at this new man's appearance.

"Uh, I-I'm. . ." he seemed unsure of how to introduce himself. "Cartoonz?"

I suddenly remembered Delirious mentioning that name while Jack and I were staying with him in the hideout on Coldwind Farm. "Oh! You're Delirious' friend, then."

"You. . . you know Delirious?" I couldn't help but hear a hint of wonder in Cartoonz's voice when he spoke.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Though I can't say we met under the best of circumstances," I held my hand out for a handshake. "Name's Mark," I said.

The sudden look of recognition that spread over Cartoonz's face was obvious. "Markiplier?" he asked, taking my hand and shaking it quickly.

I nodded.

~Flashback End (Normal POV)~

"After that, Cartoonz and I finished the generator and had another run in with The Trapper before I took down a hook and we came here." Mark finished his story and looked nervously at Jack and Avery.

"Well, I'm just glad that you escaped, Mark," Jack said.

Mark hadn't said anything about his feelings towards the Irishman, so Jack still didn't know. Now it was just figuring out how to get him to that was suddenly Mark's real problem.

"Now, is there any way we can figure out how the heck it is that Cartoonz is here?" Avery looked towards the man still hiding in the corner with Delirious.

"I've got nothing," Mark said.

Avery was thinking hard while Delirious said the same. It actually wasn't true, though. He wasn't sure if it was what happened, but he had an idea of how Cartoonz had ended up here with them. Back on Coldwind Farm, he'd wished that he was there with him. It must have been Cartoonz wanting him to wake up in the real world or something that was combined or whatever and caused him to come into the game.

Wait, there was a missing piece there.

"Uh, L-" Delirious stopped himself for a moment. "Cartoonz, what happened before you woke up here?" he asked, looking worriedly at his best friend.

"What do you mean?" Cartoonz asked.

"While, from what I know, none of us were awake in the real world when we were brought here," Delirious explained.

Cartoonz looked at Mark, Jack, and Avery, who all nodded. Then he looked nervously back at Delirious.

"Uh," Cartoonz put his hand on the back of neck. How was he supposed to explain to Delirious that he'd nearly died? And that he could quite possibly do so? "Well, I. . . was in an accident," he said finally.

"Accident?" Delirious' voice had a sudden hint of worry.

"Yeah," Cartoonz sighed, knowing that he couldn't hide it now. "It was a car accident." He closed his eye for a moment before opening it again to see that Delirious' eyes had a look of horror.

"What?!" Delirious exclaimed, almost throwing Cartoonz against the wall when he grabbed his shoulder. "Holy shit! What happened?!" he demanded fearfully.

"It. . . I was just heading home from the hospital after seeing you," Cartoonz explained. "Or more like found out about your shoulder injury." he corrected.

Delirious' gaze betrayed him and he was looking at the floor. His arm fell away from Cartoonz's shoulder and he slid down the wall. He took his mask off, which startled Cartoonz just a bit, and pressed his hand against his forehead.

Across the room, Jack had stepped next to Mark and was quietly talking with him while Avery watched Delirious and Cartoonz.

Cartoonz was on the floor next to Delirious and had placed a comforting arm on his good shoulder. "Hey, I'm fine, okay?" he tried.

"No. No you're not," Delirious was trying to keep his voice calm. "What if you never get out of this?" he looked at Cartoonz with wet eyes.

Cartoonz blinked. "What? No, I'm not gonna die, Del. I'll make sure that you won't either, okay?" he picked up Delirious' mask.

Delirious wiped his sleeve over his eyes. "But-"

"No!" Cartoonz interrupted Delirious before he could really start saying anything else. "It's going to be okay, Del. We'll get out of this mess and everything will be fine, understand?" he undid the strap of the mask.

Delirious stared at him momentarily, before finally nodding.

"Hey, Avery," Avery turned to face Jack. He nodded towards Cartoonz and Delirious. "With H2O injured, having Cartoonz to help us out can't hurt." He said.

"No, it can't," Avery agreed. "The more, the merrier."