"You two know each other?" Bobby exclaimed. Garfield lept over to Peggy's bed.

"I never thought I'd see you again…" Peggy said in awe, petting Garfield behind the ears.

"Hello?" Bobby said with a hand wave.

"I didn't think I'd see you again either," he replied, beginning to purr, "so is this little trooper yours then?"

"Bobby? Sure is."

"Well your Bobby saved my butt back there," Garfield replied.

"You mean tail. Also, will somebody tell me what's going on here?" Bobby cried out in frustration.

"Bobby, you remember how I told you I had a cat?" Peggy asked.

"Yeah."

"That cat was, or I guess I should say is Garfield," she explained. Bobby sat down on his bed.

"You said it was an orange Persian cat. And wasn't that back in Montana where you grew up?" Bobby questioned.

"He is a Persian cat-" Peggy rebutted.

"I've explained that I'm a Tabby a million times, she still won't believe me," Garfield said to Bobby who giggled.

"I think I'd know a Tabby if I saw one thank you very much," Peggy said, crossing her arms.

"It's like arguing with a brick… or Oddie…" Garfield quipped, before seeming to remember something, "oh yeah, there's something urgent I gotta tell you guys. This place isn't safe. I know this might be hard to believe but you have to trust me, I have good reason to believe there's a cult pulling the strings here, and they've been using patients from the psych ward for experiments," he spat out, glancing back to the door to ensure no one was outside.

"Are you saying we get to do a crazy hospital breakout?" Bobby began hopping up and down with excitement.

The three heard footsteps outside causing them to pause. The door handle began raddling and Garfield jolted under the bed. It opened and Hank waltzed in.

"Ready to go, Bobby? We gotta get you to school," Hank said.

Bobby's heart sank, "we can't go, dad, I just found mom's old cat and he said this place is run by a death cult," he explained. Hank frowned.

"Now that's just the pain medicine talking," he replied, "there's no death cult, tell him, Peggy."

"Tell him what Garfield said, mom," Bobby said looking at Peggy with pleading eyes. Hank looked at her with the same eyes.

"You're father's right Bobby, the pain medicine's messing with your cabezota," she replied.

"But you just said-" Bobby began.

"Don't talk back to your mother Bobby, or we're havin' broccoli for dinner. I don't wanna have broccoli for dinner and your hippie friends probably don't either," he said, holding the door open.

"Okay," he replied, walking out the door in defeat.

After they left, Peggy frowned. Garfield re-emerged from beneath the bed.

"Why didn't you tell your husband?" He asked. Peggy looked down.

"I just figured it'd be safer for him to take Bobby home," Peggy replied, "If I'd a told Hank, he'd make a ruckus about it and try to kick someone's ass. If this place is dangerous, I don't want Bobby mixed up in that."

Garfield began looking around the room, "You're a good mother, I always knew you would be." He jumped down from a desk and sauntered over to the window.

"What happened to you?" Peggy asked him. He met eyes with her for a moment, she saw a flash of pain in his.

"A lot's happened. Too much if you ask me, enough to make a cat wanna hibernate," he yawned and began batting at the window shutters playfully.

"What happened to the people my parents rehomed you with?" Peggy inquired further.

Garfield chuckled as he eyed a suspicious vent door above Peggy's bed, "'Rehomed' is an interesting choice of words. They left me in a box floating down a river on that Monday night," Garfield replied, hopping back onto her bed.

Peggy gasped, "I'm so sorry, I- I never knew…." Tears welled in her eyes, both in sorrow for her poor kitty's cruel treatment and in anger for her parents for lying to her.

"It's not your fault, Peg. I don't blame you in any way for my fate. I still thought about you every single day. You never left my heart. I was found on that river by a hedgehog and a bobcat who rescued me. We became friends and all got a place together. We had some good times, ate some exquisite lasagna. Turns out those two were in love. After that came out I sorta felt like a third-wheel, so I left on a journey to find meaning in life…" Garfield said, "could you lift me up to this vent?"

"Of course," Peggy replied. She kicked and the casts on her feet shattered to pieces. Her soles were still a gross, burnt, fleshy red, but less so than yesterday. She stood on the bed and held him up.

"Thanks. Where was I… oh yeah. I wandered the Earth and then I wandered the cosmos until one day, in a galaxy far, far away, I discovered a religious council that taught a philosophy of life…." Garfield explained, using his claws to unscrew the vent door.

"They taught me a code to live by, one that helped me find peace. One that would later become the crux of my sanity…" he said. The vent door fell and Peggy pushed him in. "There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Chakra Force."

"Incredible. How did you get to space?" Peggy shouted into the vent. She heard Garfield sneeze.

"So dusty in here," Garfield let out another high-velocity sneeze, "anyways long story short, I became a Jedi master and returned to Earth where I was adopted by this idiot Jon and his dumb dog, Oddie…" there was a long silence, "looks like this vent could lead towards the exit."

Peggy lept in after him, wincing at the searing pain that shot through the nerves of her roasted feet. They found themselves crawling through the dusty ventilation system, moving slowly so as not to make much sound. Fans made an ominous hum that echoed through the whole network of vents. Garfield stopped just in front of Peggy, they had hit their first crossroads.

"What is it?" Peggy asked. Garfield said nothing, he sat still as a rock.

"I'm trying to figure out which way to go," he replied.

"In my opinion, we should go left," Peggy said.

"I can feel the Chakra Force around me…" Garfield uttered, wrinkling his nose, "it's pointing right…"

Peggy scoffed at this remark, "Oh please, your magic space religion powers don't know better than Peggy Hill," she said, crawling past Garfield and proceeding left.

"What makes you so sure it's left?" Garfield asked, following close behind. As they continued through the vent, two other voices began growing in volume.

"My Peggy Energía told me so," she sarcastically remarked. The sound grew louder as they approached a vent door up ahead. As they crept closer, the silhouette of a small figure also took shape sitting over a vent. Soon, it noticed them approaching and looked up. Light beamed through the slots, partially illuminating the figure's face.

"Is that a child?" Peggy whispered. Garfield shot past Peggy, standing in front of her defensively.

"What the deuce? Who are you people?" The baby said in an English accent.

"The bigger question's who're you kid?" Garfield said, his hair standing up.

"I'm a person trying to gather intel, and you're the people ruining my plan," the baby said. At the same time, the baby withdrew a colorful toy raygun and Garfield withdrew a metal cylinder, but a voice from below interrupted the standoff. Garfield and the baby peered on through the vent

"I've done waited long enough," said a figure in a navy-blue cloak, "if they ain't ready, you'll have hell to pay, Forte."

Dr. Forte, a tall and lanky bald man, poured two glasses of whiskey and set them on the desk. He cocked a crooked smile, "I assure the subjects have gone through the most rigorous testing," he said, "we had to break a few dozen eggs, but we have our omelet."

"And I take it these alarms are nothing to worry about?" The cloaked figure asked, taking a sip from the glass of whiskey. Alarms were still blaring outside the room.

"Simply another egg waiting to be broken," he replied.

"When the old one rises, he'll reward you greatly for your work Dr. Forte," he replied, "I assume you saw the buds?"

"I did indeed, nasty little things. Our pollinators will reach every flower in Arlen," Forte reassured.

"Good," he continued, setting a briefcase on the desk and opening it. Inside, countless hundred dollar bills were stacked, stuffing the case to the brim. Garfield and Peggy noticed a subtle electronic burb come from the baby.

"What was that?" Garfield quietly inquired.

"What was what?" The baby dodging replied. Another burp sounded, followed by the tiny voice of a man.

"Come in baby bear, do you read me baby bear? Over," the raspy voice said followed by another burp. It came from a small earpiece the baby wore.

"This is baby bear, I read you loud and clear, papa bear. Over," the baby responded.

"What's the scoop on this place? Over," The voice asked.

"Nothing much yet. I'm listening to their conversation right now. They mentioned something called the pollinators, my guess is these pollinators are required to activate the buds. Over," the baby whispered back.

Forte reach towards the case and the other man slammed it shut, "nuh-uh. First, the pollination, then your payment. All the arrangements are made for Hank's wife?" the cloaked figure asked.

"You'll have her feet on your mantel," Dr. Forte boasted. The cloaked figure took his briefcase and another sip of whiskey. Upon hearing this, Peggy scootched her way between Garfield and the baby. As she got a view of the two men, the vent made an unusual creaking noise and then collapsed. Peggy and Garfield fell to the floor in a pile of rubble. Garfield looked back to see the baby disappear into the depths of the vent. He turned his gaze to the cloaked figure who had made a dash for the door and aimed his hand at the man. The man stopped in place, Garfield motioned with his arm and the man began levitating towards him.

"You aren't going anywhere," Garfield said. As the man plummeted towards him, Garfield withdrew his metal cylinder. A blazing orange laser blade shot from the cylinder directly through the chest of the cloaked man.

"Where're Jon and Oddie?" Garfield demanded, pushing the blade deeper. From behind his ominous hood, the man let out a ghastly chuckle. His entire body burst into hot wax, falling to the ground in a large puddle. Garfield let out a throaty meow of rage, turning and slamming Forte into a bookshelf with his Chakra Force.

"I know you," Forte gagged between breaths of air, "patient 19, psych ward. Tell me," he coughed, "are you enjoying your Monday?"

"You're gonna tell me where Jon and Oddie are," Garfield said, "now." Garfield threw his arm down, smashing Fortre's head into his desk and leaving a large gash. Various documents and desk trinkets were scattered on the floor.

"You're too late, cat," he said, gasping at each breath. Blood ran down his forehead, slowly covering his lab coat. "They've been sent to the barn, they're out of my care."

Garfield got close to Forte and held his saber to Forte's skull, "one small motion and you're entire life's over. You're gonna tell me where the barn is."

Forte released a sickening laugh, "You believe your friends are still alive, don't you? You're sorely mistaken, they've undergone complete and utter metamorphosis!"

"Liar," Garfield hissed, slicing at Forte's face viciously but with enough restraint to remove only his eyebrow. Forte trembled but held a poker face.

"Oh… poor, poor kitty can't find its owners," Forte spat, drenched in sweat and blood. He laughed again. Peggy put her hand on Garfield's tense shoulder, then kicked Forte's jaw, causing several teeth to fly out. Garfield looked down at him one last time, aiming the saber at his temple. Forte smiled.

"Gonna kill me?" He muttered. Garfield held a cold, dead stare. Every ounce of animal instinct in his body said to pounce, yet he'd spent so long training to subdue that instinct. He had to exist beyond the limitations of animal instincts and harness a more ultimate instinct, only then could he be one with the Chakra Force.

"You died a long time ago when you gave your life to evil," Garfield finally replied, retracting his saber. He and Peggy turned to leave but heard a click behind them. In a matter of seconds, two security guards were at the door with pistols aimed at their heads. Peggy kicked a book on the ground which hurled into the skull of one of the guards, knocking him out. Simultaneously, Garfield latched to the face of the other and scratched his eyes out. Four more guards followed. A larger fellow took aim with a massive bazooka. The missile pierced the air headed straight for Peggy, but Garfield redirected it with Chakra Force, throwing it at the four guards. They lept away, but one of them got caught in the blast. The other three all threw grenades at Garfield and Peggy. Peggy kicked each one back at them, completely obliterating the wall of the office and the hall outside. Alarms still blared and red lights continued flashing. Another dozen guards came gushing down the hall with rifles in hand. Garfield's lightsaber shot out again with a light show of blazing orange plasma sparks. The guards unleashed their clips, a barrage of hot metal flying at the two. Peggy cried out in terror, but Garfield held his hand out and shut his eyes. All of the bullets stopped inches from their faces, accumulating into a massive bullet wall that Garfield reversed back at the guards, precisely and permanently disabling each of them without hitting a single vital spot.

"We gotta get out of here, more guards'll just keep comin'," Peggy said. Garfield looked back at Forte, who lay unconscious in the corner of the room.

"You can go without me, I have to check something," he replied. The footsteps of more guards could be heard stampeding under the blasting alarms.

"I'll go with you," Peggy said. Garfield shook his head.

"You can't, Peggy. All of the guards are looking for me, I'm a walking target. You have a kid, a family. I don't want you to risk all that," Garfield responded.

"I'm not leaving you again. You're right, I have a family. That's why I understand you have to go find yours," she said with a reassuring smile, "I won't leave you alone again." Garfield smiled back.

"Thanks, Peg," he said, and the two took off down the hall in a flash. They made their way to up to the sixth floor. As they ran up the stairs, Garfield turned to Peggy.

"Careful, there's a lot more security on this floor," he advised, "Jon and Oddie are being kept in the D-Wing, so when we get up there, we go right and check every room until we find them."

The two paused at the door to the sixth floor. They could hear the alarm still sounding on the other side as well as voices. Peggy and Garfield exchanged glances and nodded. Drawing back a mighty blow, Peggy kicked the door, causing it to eject from its hinges and slam into several guards who were knocked unconscious. Four more turned and unleashed a flurry of bullets, but the two had already vanished.

"H-hey, where'd they go?" One guard stuttered, his hands shaking. "Hey, Bert, you see where they went?"

"I don't feel good about this, Ernie. I knew we shouldn't have gotten this job as security guards," Bert replied, aimlessly pointing his rifle around. Shadows danced in their peripherals, and every little motion could be perceived as a threat to their lives. The other two guards began searching the hallway.

"Relax, Bert, I'm sure everything will be alright. Only a few more years of saving and we can go on that long-awaited couple's getaway cruise-" Ernie was cut off. In a flash, Bert's body hit a wall at a high velocity and he fell to the ground. Ernie let out a shocked yelp and pissed himself.

"I wish I had my rubber duckie," Ernie whispered, pointing his gun around. He looked down both ends of the hallway; no one was in sight. He looked back to Bert, who sat unconscious on the floor.

"Where'd all the other guards go? Ernie, wake up, I'm getting scared," he uttered. Something small lept from the shadows and yoinked his rifle, causing Ernie to stumble backward. He withdrew a pistol and cocked it. Another figure swept Ernie off his feet with a kick from behind, causing the gun to drop and discharge. The bullet ricocheted into Bert's skull. Ernie felt another kick to his jaw and blacked out.

Peggy and Garfield emerged from the shadows and stood over Bert's corpse, still leaking warm blood.

"I- I didn't mean to-" Peggy began.

"You didn't mean to. We were acting in self-defense, It's going to be-"

"I killed this man," she uttered, tears welling in her eyes. Garfield knelt down next to the body, whose eyes were still wide open. He gently closed them and layed Bert down straight.

"The least we can do is make it easier on them when they wake up," he said, using the Chakra Force to wipe up all the blood. After cleaning up the mess, they began searching rooms. The occupied rooms were locked, so they'd have to break into each one. Room after room Garfield's hope of finding his family shrunk smaller and smaller. Finally, they made it to the last occupied room of the D-Wing.

"If they're not in here," Peggy said.

"They're at the barn…" Garfield finished. He used his lightsaber to cut around the rim of the door and Peggy kicked it down. Peering back at them with undead eyes, a living corpse waved. Maggots fell from his arm and wriggled between the few teeth he had.

"That smell…" Peggy gagged.

"Quite sorry darling, this wretched place doesn't provide us with deodorant," he said, standing up. He was a short fellow, barely taller than Garfield. Garfield slammed his fist against the wall, causing Peggy and the patient to jump.

"They aren't here. We gotta go," Garfield disappeared in an instant, and Peggy followed shortly after, leaving behind the patient and an open door.

"I say… those chaps left the door open. I could stay here and behave like a good little patient…" he said, then laughed and walked out the door. He made his way down the hall to the mangled bodies that Garfield had killed earlier.

"These'll do nicely," he said. He touched each body and they slowly stood up. One of them had half their intestines spilling out a gash in their abdomen as well as a missing leg. The other had both eyes scratched out and no arms.

"Welcome to my undead army. I am your zombie overlord boss, Dr. Edward George Zomboss," he said, raising his arms in glory. The two zombies looked at each other then back to Zomboss.

"Bwaaiinnnss?" One of them asked.

"That's right, brains. Follow me," he declared leading them out of the hospital.