Huey and Dewey made it back to their mother's hospital bed with sour looks on their faces.

"Boys? What's wrong? Where's Louie?" Della asked, with a panic tone to her voice.

The twin's in her arms got fussy and a nurse came in to take them both for their hour due check up.

Huey and Dewey glanced at each other and Donald who was still beside Della's bed narrowed his eyes at them.

He knew his nephews well enough to know when they are keeping something from him.

"Louie..." Dewey began. Then hesitated and looked over at Huey for help. Huey was always the better brother to break bad news to people. Huey sighed deeply.

"It seems Louie has been pulled into some sort of allied himself wit Doofus." Huey told them finally and told them what happened out in the parking lot.

"WHAT!? Donald shouted. He was fuming and Della was trying to calm him down, but her face had gotten pale, as she looked from Huey and Dewey to Donald.

Donald started ranting and Huey and Dewey took that as their cue to leave.

Dewey tugged at Huey's shirt and they slipped out of the hospital room, they had just shut the door when they heard something break. Dewey sighed.

Mom's hospital bill was going to go up.

"Looks like we got our work cut out for us now." Huey grumbled as he leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms. He flinched when he heard a loud crash from inside Della's room, and Della shouting at her brother to calm down.

"Yeah." Dewey agreed.

Because there was no way they were leaving their little brother in the hands of a psycho. If they knew Louie, he would never had willingly volunteered to ally himself with Doofus.

He hated Doofus.

Something must have happened, and Huey and Dewey were going to figure out what that was, and save Louie, rather he wanted them too or not.

They just got their family together again and now this?

Dewey closed his eyes and groaned as he stood next to Huey with all those thoughts in his head.

"You know what we gotta do." Huey said, making Dewey open them and look at him with a grim look on his face.

He spotted Webby coming out of the waiting room and Dewey's heart lifted a bit when she saw them and smiled warmly at them.

"Yeah. I know. But let's worry about that later." Dewey told Huey, he turned to look back at him. "Why not take B.O.Y.D and go back t Tokyolk? I'll do all I can here. Between here and there we can keep an eye on Louie and figure out what to do about his situation." He suggested.

Huey nodded.

He needed to get back to Violet.

No telling what was happening with her now.

Huey's stomach twisted in guilt.

He missed her.

"I'm going to go find B.O.Y.D and we are heading back as soon as possible." Huey told him as Webby came up to them.

Webby took Dewey's hand in hers and squeezed it slightly.

"Right. Well, we good, Huey?" Dewey asked, a bit nervously as he started to walk away. Huey looked back a the two of them and a small smile crossed his face.

"Yeah. "We're good." He replied. "Now, let's go get our baby brother back." He told him. Dewey nodded as he watched his eldest brother walk away and into the waiting room where everyone was gathered.

"What's going on?" Webby asked, once Huey disappeared. "What's happening with Louie?"

Dewey shooked his head and sighed.

He didn't want to talk about that anymore. All he wanted was to be with Webby, right here... But... He had something he had to do first.

"Come on," Dewey said, tugging her down the hall. "I have something I need to tell you."

Webby bit her bottom bill but followed Dewey out of the hospital. Dewey lead her to his car, and as the drove Webby couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach.

Even after everything that's happened to her.

She still loved Dewey.

Would do anything for him and she was sure Dewey would do anything for her.

What would be the harm in asking him? She thought as he made it to Scrooge's mansion.

She had hesitated to ask him a question and so soon after what they've all been through.

She was debating on that as Dewey got out of the car, and helped her out of it.

"What are we doing here when everyone else is at the hospital?" Webby asked.

"Because," Dewey said, holding out his hand to her and guiding her up the stone steps to the front door. "There's something I gotta make right with you, and this, this is the only thing I can think of -." He stopped and Webby saw tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Dewey..." Webby said, as gently as she could. "I don't blame -."

Dewey shooked his head indicating for her to stop talking and pushed open the door. Dewey glanced behind him and Webby followed his gaze and let out a small gasp.

"G, Granny?" She choked out.

"Hello, Webby, dear." Mrs. Beakly's ghost said.

She was floating right beside Duckworth's ghost who looked towards Dewey as if waiting for a praise. Dewey nodded and beamed at him before Duckworth nodded in return and disappeared up into the celing of the mansion to do ghostly things that they door.

"I would hug you, Granny. But, you, um..." Webby said, and blushed slightly.

She looked from Mrs. Beakly to Dewey in utter happiness and confusion.

"Dead? It's okay, dear." Mrs. Beakly said, as gently as she could.

"Dewey, did you -?" Webby asked, her eyes wide in surprise.

"Kind of had to make a deal with Duckworth to get him to agree to this." Dewey told her, rubbing the back of his neck, nervously.

"Deal?" Webby repeated. "What kind of deal?"

"Don't worry about it." Dewey assured her. "It's nothing really." But he looked towards Mrs. Beakly who looked back at him sadly. Webby's stomach tightened in fear.

What did Dewey do this time?

"Webby." Mrs. Beakly began, drawing Webby's attention back to her. "I am so sorry, that this had ended the way it did." She told her. "But if I had to do it all over again, I would."

Webby nodded in understand.

"Granny. I -. I was told I was kidnapped..."

Dewey took that as his cue to leave the two alone, and he did as he quietly closed the door and went to sit on the front steps of the mansion.

He sighed, leaned on his elbows and looked up at the night sky.

He had no idea he'd be back in everyone's lives.

No idea that he'd make it back.

Alive.

After everything he learned about who his father really was made Dewey wonder if the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

Fear. Anger. Pain. His father had told him. That's what fuels the soul son."

His father was wrong.

Those weren't what fuels the soul.

Love. Family. Happiness.

That's what his father never understood, and never will again.

Dewey was just thinking that when a shadow came out from behind a tree. Dewey's muscle's tensed as he slowly stood up. A face came out of the shadows and his heart did a flip flop.

Of course.

Of course he'd never get to take a break.

Just Dewey's dumb luck.

Dewey slowly walked up to the figure and stood in front of him.

"Dewey Dingus Duck?" A male voice asked.

Dewey nodded nervously.

"I am Hades. Your new boss. Duckworth spoke highly of you." Hades told him.

Great. Dewey thought bitterly. Another God.

Dewey's relationship with Gods wasn't all that great. Zeus himself had been know to smite him every once in a while, still, after all this time, hates Dewey and his family.

Scrooge especially.

"I'm looking forward to working with you." Hades told him, and snapped his fingers.

Dewey's blue attire was replaced with a black robe. In his hands was long scythe. Dewey looked down at himself and back up at Hades, his eyes wide in confusion.

"New job requires a uniform." Hades told him.

"W, What is my job? Sir?" Dewey asked nervously.

Hades grinned, his punk rock persona making Dewey thing of his favorite rock band.

"You, boy, are going to be my new Reaper of Souls." He told him.