"We had pizza last night," he said, pulling it out. "There's a few slices if you want some. I also made breakfast a while ago if you'd rather have some of that."

Davy nodded and grabbed himself a plate. Once he got a glimpse of the food on the counter, he pushed past Mike and quickly filled his plate with as much food as he could, grabbing it all with his hands and began stuffing his face, holding the plate to catch the crumbs, as he ran into the living room, something the usually proper Brit would never do.

"Davy? Are you okay?" Micky asked, watching him, worried. Davy backed himself into a corner and continued eating frantically, yet keeping a close eye on the other three in the kitchen as if at any moment, they would come to steal his food.

Mike frowned and slowly began approaching Davy, who growled and tensed up when he got too close.

"Davy?" Mike asked, looking at him closer. The yellow tint around his eyes was back.

"My food." Davy said through a mouthful of egg.

"Davy," Mike said "I'm not going to take your food, Jesus. Just slow down before you choke." Davy looked at him and nodded once and slowed down and slowly the yellow around his eyes turned back to brown.

"Sorry," Davy said, "I-I don't know what came over me." Mike's eyes narrowed.

"Davy," he asked, "can I ask you a few questions please?" Davy nodded.

"Have you been having blackouts? Lapses in your memory?" Mike asked. Davy looked at him and shrugged.

"I-I guess, sometimes," Davy said putting down the plate of food. Mike nodded.

"How about an all-consuming urge to eat raw meat?" Davy made a face as did Micky and Peter.

"Mike, that's gross," Micky said.

"Davy?" Mike asked. Davy gulped but shook his head no not looking Mike in the eye. Mike chose not to call him out on it and just nodded.

"Okay," Mike said.

"Why are you asking me these questions?" Davy asked.

"I just wanted to-" Mike started to say but Davy cut him off.

"You want to make sure I'm not the werewolf?" He asked. Micky laughed.

"Davy's not a werewolf," he said "I think we'd know. Right Davy?" He said looking at his friend. Davy nodded. Mike sighed and finally smiled as well.

"Yeah, I guess, but you have to admit that it's pretty unusual for you to be eating that much and snapping at us."

"Maybe he's going through a growth spurt?" Peter suggested.

"At 19?" Davy said. Peter just shrugged.

"Well, once Davy's done eating let's start practicing for that gig." Mike said "if you're up for it." He said looking at Davy. Davy nodded.

"Okay then." Mike said as he sat down and pulled out a old newspaper scanning it for anything he might have missed that could help him but Micky saw that one eye was kept on Davy the whole time. And Davy saw it as well. He gulped. If Mike found out he was as good as dead. Davy didn't know what he was going to do if any of them ever found out, he wasn't ready to lose them too.

"Hey, Davy?" Micky asked, wrapping an arm around him. "Maybe you should sit back down, you're not looking very good."

Davy didn't even bother to fight it as he nodded, allowing himself to be led into the kitchen. It was then that he looked down, noticing the messy plate and his hands covered in food. He cringed and let out a sigh, grabbing a towel for himself once they made it into the kitchen. He wiped his hands and face with it, now grabbing a fork and knife to eat the rest of his food with. They could all see that his hands were trembling badly.

"Davy?" Peter asked, frowning. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah-yeah, I'm fine," he said, keeping his focus down. "Th-the effects haven't w-worn off, I guess."

"Effects?" Mike repeated. "What effects?"

"He told us he took something last night," Micky sighed. "He didn't know what but he took some pills."

Mike looked at Davy closely and it was obvious that he wasn't buying it.

"I-I'm sorry…" Davy whispered to him, looking at him with tears filling in his eyes. Mike smiled slightly.

"It's okay Davy," he said "it'll be okay. Now finish your food and we'll get to practice. We need to be in top form for this gig. I heard a rumor that there's a talent scout looking for a new band for something." Davy nodded as he went to wash his hands.

"What's the talent scout looking for?" Peter asked. Mike shrugged.

"Well, it's just a rumor," Mike said "but I heard that they want a band to star in some vieraty show, kinda like an opening and closing band, and then maybe do a few songs in between acts."

"Oh," Peter smiled "that'll be fun."

"Yeah, and who knows maybe we'll get a record contract or something," Mike said.

"That'd be neat." Davy said as he walked back into the livingroom.

"Wouldn't it though?" Mike said sighing "we'd be able to get out of this dump, I could send money home to help Ma and Pa out a little." Micky smiled.

"Think of all the science experiments I could do." He said.

"Yeah, you can get a propper lab and not blow up the garage." Peter said.

"What?" Mike yelped looking at Micky "when was this?" Micky shot Peter a look as Peter mouthed sorry.

"Err, two months ago." Micky said smiling "no one got hurt." Mike pinched his nose.

"I can get a babysitter for you three." Mike joked.

"Hey." Micky said Mike smiled as he went over to his guitar.

"Come on, let's start practing." He said.

Mike wrapped his guitar strap around him as Micky smiled, sitting down at his drum kit. As he began tapping out a beat, Mike tuned his guitar, and Peter sat at the piano, playing a few scales to warm up. Davy just watched them for a moment, letting out a slight sniffle.

"You alright?" Micky asked him. Davy nodded slowly, getting up and putting his plate into the sink. He felt awful at that moment, already worrying about what was going to happen to him. They'd hate him forever, and Mike might actually kill him if he found out. Sniffling again, he wiped his face, going to grab his maracas and tambourine.

"Davy?" Peter asked softly, causing the Brit to turn and look at him.

"It's okay," he said with a gentle smile. "You don't have to play if you're not up to it."

Davy smiled slightly and nodded.

"I can do this," he said. "B-but thanks."

After a few more moments of tuning and warming up, the Monkees launched into their first few songs. They were choosing their setlist carefully, making sure Davy wasn't singing too much since he still wasn't feeling well. The songs themselves sounded fine, but it was obvious that Davy's mind was elsewhere the entire time.