Matt backed up for a running start to jump a huge gap. He ran full speed, leapt at the last second and made it. Basil backed as far as he could, ran like he was on fire then jumped. The landing zone was insight then it suddenly fell short. He slapped and began to slide down, at the last second he grabbed onto the rounded rim desperately trying to hold on.

"Basil take my hand!" Matt reached down to him. He reached up as far as he could but it still wasn't high enough. And there was no way he could open Lunas's box in his position. Basil continued to stretch up towards his brother's hand. The second he felt the skin on Matt's hand, he latched on like a drowning man on a floating log. He slowly began to rise up to safety. Basil kicked till he found some traction and helped Matt pull him back on. They fell back on the mushroom panting.

"That was way too close!" Basil said through his hard breathing.

"No kidding!" Matt's head rolled around while his eyes were pointing to the sky.

JB was sitting in the corner his face covered by his arms and legs. Katherine was trying to talk some comfort to get him to come back, but he just rubbed his forehead deeper into his arms.

"Katherine, let's just give him some time alone right now." Chip spoke carefully putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked like she was about to argue but closed her mouth and nodded. Johan felt so useless. He saved time multiple times but he can't even make JB feel better when he needed it most. I guess having one son die and the other really destroys a person! And all on one day to! Mom and Dad would be the same I guess if they lost me and Katherine like that.

"I really wish there was something we could do to make him feel better!" Katherine muttered to him, crossing her arms.

"Unless we bring Basil back to life and find Matt and stop Gray and Hodge and their boss I don't think anything can make him feel better." Johan whispered back.

"Losing both of your sons is tough. It has taken out some of the strongest men." Chip slipped back into his medieval accent. He turned back to JB to see his back rise and fall roughly. For the second time ever he was seeing JB crying. His heart broke into two seeing him like this. Completely destroyed, no will to move on, nothing to look forward to. He walked over next to him not able to do nothing. Johan pressed his back to the wall and slid down, hearing JB's choked cries. If he listened carefully he could hear him mutter: "I'm sorry Brook! I'm so sorry! I lost them both!"

"We don't know if Matt is gone. For all we know he could be back home or at the beach on a nice day relaxing…I haven't know them that long but I know that they would want you to keep going on." Johan told him. JB brought his head enough to look at him. His face and eyes were red. Tears moistened the rivets on his cheeks.

"Johan I get you don't understand this, but I swore to myself that I would protects my kids with my life if I had to! I watched my son slowly died, not able to do a single thing to help him! I couldn't even make it comfortable when he passed! Or give him the chance to say good-bye to his mother or sister! I saved from death as an infant just to watch die so young still! Now I have to tell my wife and daughter –if I ever get the chance- why it's just the three of us now!" They just sat there, staring at each other like a silent war to see who was right. After a moment Johan looked away and cleared his throat.

"You said you had a wife and daughter. Shouldn't you keep going for them?" Johan said quietly, almost a whisper. JB sighed depressingly but nodded.

"Johan I hope you never have to go through this. It beyond hard to lose the kids you raised since they were babies." JB rubbed his red eyes and slowly stood up. Johan didn't say a word, he just stood up with him.

Matt and Basil sat back to back looking at the nothing in particular. They agreed to use the terrifying experience to take a break.

"What do ya think Dad's doing?" Basil asked not turning around.

"Missing us." Matt said plainly. This time Basil did turn his head around,

"That's a given. Are they back in the time hallow or some other time?" He turned his head back. Basil could feel Matt shrug.

"He's probably pushing his grief far down enough to deal with the problems in hand." Matt replied. Basil drew his legs up to his chest and rested his chin on his knee cap.

"How much pain did I cause him when I died?" He muttered. Matt stayed quiet for a moment.

"A lot. It was really hard to see you lifeless. I never seen Dad so distraught before. He almost looked ready to give up." He caused Dad that much suffering? To the point he was about ready to give up even after he told not to.

"Hey Matt how do we know we aren't dead?" Basil muttered. He was surprised to hear laughing.

"You could say that about life in general! There is only one way to find out. Tell me if this hurts." Matt slugged his arm, hard!

"Yea that hurt!" Basil said rubbing his arm.

"Then you're alive." Matt stood up. "But let's not spend the rest of it here." He offered him a hand up. Basil nodded taking the open hand.