"Mike!" Micky gasped, running toward his friend in the kitchen. Peter frowned crouching down beside the one in the living room. Davy was torn so instead simply watched from the middle, still trying to process what had just happened.

"Come on, Mike," Micky muttered, shaking him, hoping to wake him up. Nothing seemed to.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked the other Mike, nudging him as well.

Neither woke up or even seemed to move.

"Are they dead?" Davy asked after a moment.

"No," Micky laughed. "Of course, they're not."

"Well, then what just happened?"

Peter and Micky looked at one another, then up at Davy.

"I have no idea," Peter admitted.

"Me neither."

Davy frowned, not knowing what to do as he watched Micky and Peter both searching for any sign of life in the two Mikes.

"A-ha!" Micky lit up. "I got a pulse. You?"

Peter frowned and placed his hand on Michael's throat, then on his chest.

"Barely," he said quietly. "But it's still there."

Micky sighed and frowned, standing and going over to them.

"He's got enough of one," Micky said, feeling his pulse.

Peter nods and nudges Michael again.

"Hey, Mike, wake up," he whispered, and suddenly, a gasp came from Michael and both of the Mikes began shivering.

"What?" Davy asked, looking between the kitchen and living room. Micky sighed and ran back over to the kitchen.

"It's okay," he said to no one in particular. "Everything's okay."

Peter frowned and helped the mostly unconscious Michael sit up, pulling him close.

"He's freezing cold," he said worriedly. Micky frowned and pulled Mike into a hug too. He also was concerningly cold.

"Okay," Micky frowned with a nod. "Okay, okay. Everything's okay."

"What should we do?" Peter asked, his voice breaking slightly. He had no idea what was happening and he was just frightened for his friend.

"Get them to bed, I guess," Micky shrugged as he propped Mike up, leaning him on his shoulder and picking him up.

Peter frowned, looking at the other Mike.

"What about him?" He asked quietly.

Micky sighed, shaking his head.

"Just bring him up, too."

Peter nodded and carefully picked up Michael.

"Okay, here we go," he whispered as if he would hear it, lifting him into his arms. If Peter wasn't already frightened, he was made more as he carried Michael up the stairs. He was shivering and shaking so badly that Peter kept worrying that he'd drop him.

Slowly and as cautiously as he could, Peter carried Michael and brought him into the bedroom.

"Wh-where do you want me to put him?" Peter asked.

"Put him in my bed," Micky ordered and Peter nodded, laying Michael down, covering him in blankets.

"Hmm-hmm?" Michael's eyes opened slightly as he felt the warmth. Peter smiled and sat down on the bed beside him.

"Hi, Mike," he said with a smile. Michael looked at him, frowning.

"It's okay," Peter whispered, trying to sound comforting. It only came out sounding more uneasy and frightened.

"Are you cold?" Micky asked the other Mike, who only groaned and turned to the other side. Michael squinted, turning to get a better look at his other half.

"G-give him m-my blanket…" he choked out. Mike only glared at him.

"You're cold too," Peter said softly.

Michael sighed, blinking a few times to try and keep his eyes opened.

"Hmm," he hummed and Peter smiled, standing up.

"Do either of you need anything at the moment?" Micky asked, going toward the door.

Mike nodded, sitting up slightly.

"G-get h-him away f-from me…" Mike muttered darkly.

"What?" Micky and Peter asked in unison, both startled by the request.

"Why?" Micky asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Mike groaned.

"H-he has no b-business being here…"

Michael frowned, looking at his other half sadly.

"Wh-what did I do?"

Mike never answered him. Micky sighed.

"Well, we're going downstairs," Micky explained. "Maybe grab a few more blankets and coffee or tea or something."

"P-please?" "No!" Both Mikes said at once, startling both Peter and Micky. Despite the two of them having different accents, they still somehow had the exact same voice.

"Oh," Peter said quietly. "Oh, okay."

"Yeah…" Micky nodded. "Okay, we can go and leave you two alone now…but we'll be back if you need us for anything…"

There was an awkward minute of silence before it became too much.

"Bye Mike," they both said in unison as they slipped away and out of the room, leaving the door cracked open.

Michael let out the sigh he had been holding as he turned to face Mike again.

"C-can we talk?" He asked in a whisper, Mike letting out a scoff and shaking his head in response.

"Wh-what's there t-to talk about?" He shrugged, playing nonchalant not even bothering to look his double in the eye. Michael frowned and shivered, pulling the blankets around him closer as he sat up.

"P-please…?"

"W-we're talking r-right now," Mike groaned. Michael let out a slight laugh and shook his head.

"Y-you know I-I didn't mean it like–"

"Of course, I knew!" Mike snapped back, sitting upright. "I-I just don't want to talk to you. And I don't think y-you want to talk to me either."

Mike frowned, laying back down and glaring at his other half. Michael sighed and laid back down as well.

"Wh-why can't you j-just l-leave me a-alone?" Mike muttered.

"I-I'm sorry…" Michael whispered.

"J-just leave," Mike sighed and closed his eyes. "Th-there's only room f-for one Michael Nesmith i-in this house."

Michael closed his eyes, pulling the blankets around him tighter.

"A-and it's not you."