Mickey looked down at his children in the courtyard often. Four years after Goofy's death and yet They all seemed to be getting over it, yet he wasn't. "I could have stopped it." Mickey told Donald. "If I had let Morcius take the gateway and kill the woman, this wouldn't have happened."
"You don't know that." Donald said. "The Phantom Blot is a hard guy to beat. We only did it once before.
"Twice now." Mickey pointed out their win against the British. 'And yet he always comes out with the upper-hand."
"He'll lose in the long run, Mick." Donald said. "It makes you think though., about death…"
"Ha! I've already done that. It feels much better after it's all done." Mickey said. He stared down and then it came to him. "Contact Huey, Dewey, and Louie." Mickey said in a shaking voice. Donald got up and left. Mickey bowed his head.
"You rang?" Huey said as he walked into the room.
"Yes. We need your services." Mickey said solemnly.
"What is it?" Louie asked. "Just name it."
"We need you to watch our children after we're gone." Mickey said. "Please say yes."
"Of course we'll take care of them." Dewey said with fear in his voice. "Why are you thinking of that thing now?"
"For my own reasons." Mickey said, bowing his head low. " Just promise me."
"We do." Huey replied. The air of death was lingering. Mickey motioned for them to leave. He turned to his friends in the room and said slowly and quietly. "Let's go see Morcius."