Later that afternoon, after Mike had gotten some decent sleep- he had called and invited Jarvis and Rhythmi over to help repair Mangle. The three sat in the living room at the moment as Jarvis tried repairing Mangle. Rhythmi sat in the living room and watched patiently with Mike. Star chirped and began rubbing against Jarvis' leg.

Jarvis ignored the cat, "How did you find her again?" he asked as he tried untangling wires that had melted together. "Geez- the fire really made you more of a mess than you were before, didn't it?"

"The company just- gave her to me…" Mike shrugged, "They didn't think she was gonna run and the other bot didn't like her. They were gonna throw her away anyway, so they let me take her home. I'm just glad she wasn't destroyed in the fire." He managed a small smile, "Just wait until Dad sees her, though."

Star looked up at Jarvis and meowed loudly

"Star, stop it- come here." Mike pat his leg, beckoning for the cat to trot over.

"Well- that's good." Jarvis responded, "Do you have any spare wires or anything I can replace these with?"

Mike shook his head and picked up the cat, "I can't say that I do, no…"

"That's alright." Jarvis brushed off his hands, "I got some in the car." He looked at Rhythmi, "Sweetie- would you mind?" he asked.

"Sure." She jumped up and hopped out the door

"So- Stella helped you with David, huh?" he asked.

Mike looked up at Jarvis nervously and with confusion, "Huh? How do you know about that? Unless you've talk to Stella?" he felt the cuts on his face, "Or Lori?"

Jarvis shrugged, "I have my ways." He said casually just as Rhythmi came back into the room with a roll of wire, setting it beside Jarvis. As Jarvis began unreeling some of the wires, Mangle tried speaking, however, with her damaged wire and voice box, only the loud, rattling, crackling noise filled the room and caused the three to cringe and cover their ears and for the cat to run off .

"Mangle! Stop!" Mike barked.

Mangle flinched and got quiet.

Stella came downstairs, "What was that about?" she asked.

"Mangle…" Mike answered, then looked down at the broken animatronic, "I'm sorry, girl, but you shouldn't try talking until we get your voice box fixed."

"Oh no…" Jarvis breathed and jumped over to Rhythmi's side, who now laid sideways on the couch.

Mike looked over, "Is she okay?"

"What happened?" Stella asked, both she and Mike went over to check and see if she was okay.

Jarvis examined Rhythmi for a moment, "She blacked out again…" he groaned in concern.

"This… has happened before?" Stella asked.

"Yeah…" Jarvis nodded.

"Do you know what's wrong with her?" Mike asked.

Jarvis sighed and gently shook Rhythmi, trying to wake her up, "Yeah… kind of… Remember the night that Bonnie hurt your dad and Rhythmi and Wright ended up in the hospital?"

Mike thought for a moment, "When Wright lost his arm?" he asked.

"Yeah- well- Rhythmi was bit by Mangle and was seriously hurt… she has triggers that make her black out… Lori says it's a psychological thing and that when it all happened, her brain still can't comprehend it all happening, so it shuts down and renders her unconscious. Uh- traumatization, I guess." He explained, "It must've been Mangle's voice that triggered it this time…"

Mike nodded, "Makes sense…"

"When did this all happen?" Stella asked.

"It was when I was in the hospital after taking that bullet for Darrel." Mike explained. "I understand the trauma thing though… I get a headache every time I see Foxy."

Rhythmi jolted and barely opened her eyes, her face began to sweat and her breathing grew heavy.

"Rhy, just get some rest while I take care of Mangle, okay?" Jarvis hugged her.

Rhythmi nodded and relaxed on the couch.

Quite some time later, Stella announced that supper was ready as the smell of stir fry filled the kitchen and living room. Mike stood up and led Jarvis and Rhythmi to the dining room.

Jarvis sat down, "So now that Mangle's voice is fixed, I'm going to need a lot of spare parts for the rest of her body."

"It's okay, Jarvis…" Mangle cut in, "I'd still prefer to climb about. Though my optics are still damaged…" she sank.

"I'll see about getting some spare parts from work to fix that…" Mike suggested, taking in a large bite of the dish Stella had presented to him.

"Mikey- I wouldn't risk it… your job is dangerous enough as it is…" Stella argued.

"Yeah, buddy. I wouldn't risk it…" Jarvis added. "I'll figure out something to fix Mangle's op-system. You just think of a new name for her."

Mike stared at Jarvis for a good, long, minute, "How do you even know how dangerous my job is?" he asked, "I haven't old you anything about it." He paused, "It was Lori, wasn't it? She told you, didn't she?"

Jarvis sighed, "Yes, Mike. It was Lori. Look- she worries about you and she worries about your dad's state if he found out that you were alive but you got yourself killed trying to bail him out of prison. She doesn't see things ending well with this job." He said.

"Of course she doesn't…" Mike mumbled.

"Mike, we're serious." Rhythmi argued, "I don't like this new Fazbear's Fright place…"

"Rhy, it's the only thing I know. And frankly, if I went anywhere else, it would take too long to train me in anything else and I won't get paid as soon as I need too. This was my best bet."

"You could've gotten a job at a post office." Stella said.

"And do what? Protect someone's birthday card? What am I supposed to do when I see someone trying to rob a post office?" he asked.

"Michael…" Stella started sternly.

Mike sighed and kept eating.

"Mike, what if someone tries to kill you again at this job?" Jarvis asked. "Then what?"

Mike just looked up at him.

"Besides the fact that Jeremy wants to marry Olivia- what exactly does he have to live for?"

"Jarvis!" Rhythmi snapped.

"What- I'm right, aren't I?" he defended himself, "Mikey- you were the guy's life! I can't even begin to tell you how pissed he was when Morgan hired you." He said, "You were his kid. And… being unable to protect you and watching you die like that… destroyed the guy's sanity. Some people would've killed themselves…" he sighed, "We can't lose you again."

Mike sighed and looked down. "I know…" he sighed, "But Lori said that things will work out." He said, "I'll talk to her tomorrow and ask… just to double-check…" he said solemnly. "I just… need for things to work out." He said.

"We know…" Rhythmi agreed.

"We do too." Jarvis added.

The room was fairly dark, cinderblocks made up the small walls of his living quarters. His cellmate laid in the other bed, fast asleep. He focused his attention on his roughened, cut-up hands. 'Of all things you could've lost your temper and do… it had to result in me missing my son's funeral… what kind of mother are you?' he thought to Mary.

I'm sorry, Jeremy. B-but by some miracle, the others will get you out of here and you can…

'Visit his grave?'

The thought of it sickened Jeremy. All this talk about arranging a funeral for Mike and going to visit his grave. It still sent shivers down his spine and twisted his stomach to think that he lost Mike. Jeremy jerked forward and began coughing violently, wincing in the pain in his back.

Jeremy… lie down. Get some sleep. You need to get better.

"Hey buddy?" a deep voice interrupted his thoughts, "You gonna be alright?"

Jeremy looked up at his cellmate, who was now awake and turned toward him.

"Y-yeah…" Jeremy coughed, "It's just a cough…"

"Sounds a little worse than that- don't you think?" he asked.

"Just go back to sleep, Robert…" Jeremy said, "I'll be fine…"

Robert shrugged, "Thing's will turn out, alright?"

Jeremy just looked at him.

Robert readjusted himself on the small cot-like bed he was sleeping on, "This… depression thing you've got going on? About your kid? It'll all be okay. Besides… if your kid was as great as you say he was, I bet he wouldn't want you spending your entire jail-time dwelling on it. Especially if the stress is getting you sick."

"Just go back to bed, Robert." Jeremy repeated, his tone hardening.

Robert shrugged, "Alright… good night, Fitzgerald..."

Jeremy sighed and watched the man fall asleep.

He's only trying to help you, Jeremy… he's just trying to encourage you.

Jeremy laid down on his left side, hoping to keep a little pressure off his right side so it didn't hurt him. 'I wasn't there for him…'

Jeremy…

'How can you expect me to think everything's going to be okay? When I couldn't save my own son?'

I couldn't save my own son either! Do you think I don't know what you're going through? I let my little boy wander off and he was killed by the same son of a bitch that killed Mike! I know!

Jeremy curled in on himself, his eyes flashing black and fighting for control.

I just can't stand sitting here and letting you pout and mope and give up on your life! I refuse to let you do the same thing I did. Her voice cracked, as though she was beginning to cry, You're not even trying anymore… and it kills me to see you like this. Just… go get some medication tomorrow, and tell them you need to rest… okay?

Jeremy nodded and closed his emerald eyes, taking in a deep, raspy breath, "Tomorrow is another day…"

*See what I did there?*