While Peter went onto the couch, curling himself to be as small as he possibly could, hoping to disappear, Micky and Davy argued like Mike had never seen before. It was normal for the two of them to nag at one another, to wrestle and tease one another in good fun, they never fought or argued like this before.

Mike didn't even really know what to do, both seemed so high strung that they needed to vent out their frustrations and Mike chose to let them get it out of their systems. He didn't pay much attention to what they were saying, but kept a close eye on them, ready to step in the moment it got intense.

"Ever since we got here, you have done NOTHING but make this all worse!" Micky screamed, slamming his fist down on the table to emphasize his point.

"Me?" Davy scoffed. "All I've tried to do is make everything slightly more bearable. So forgive me."

"Bearable!" Micky repeated, not believing it. "You're the reason we had those punishments in the first place. You were the one breaking the rules, you're the reason the clock's moving faster and we all had to work."

"At least I tried!" He snapped back. "At least I did the honorable thing of trying to make things better!"

"By ruining Mike's life," Micky laughed, shaking his head. "Making our lives okay by destroying his. How honorable."

Davy's mouth hung open for a minute, anger building up inside him as he charged toward Micky, jumping on top of him.

Mike instantly got up from his seat and grabbed onto Davy, pulling him back as he screamed. Peter watched the whole thing and more tears filled in his eyes. Just like Mike, he had never seen them fight like this, and it hurt him to see them like this.

"I have done nothing but try and protect him!" Davy yelled as he tried to fight his way from Mike's arms. "And what have you done! Other than getting us all stuck here in the first place, huh? Sat idly by as everything came crashing down? Yeah, how did that work out for ya?"

"At least I tried to follow the rules. At least I had a brain to know that it would be far worse if I didn't. You knew exactly what you were doing!" Micky called out as Mike dragged Davy back. "You knew the consequences and broke the rules anyway."

"Damn right I did! And I'd do it all again if I thought it would do any good."

"Did it though?" Micky asked in a much softer tone, crossing his arms over his chest. "What good came from it? Peter was tortured, you and I had to work, you lost an eye, damn it. Mike's locked in his mind and only more hurt than he was before—"

"I'm not hurt," Mike said, confused yet still seemingly missing the first half of the statement.

"Yeah? Well, you don't get to speak or be the judge on that." Micky sighed, turning away as Davy finally broke free from Mike's grip. To Mike's surprise, he didn't move, he just stared at Micky as he waited for him to continue.

"What's going on?" Mike asked, looking between the two of them.

Micky sighed and pushed past him, going into the living room. He sat down on the couch, right beside Peter. Peter looked over at him, placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. Or at least, he tried to, his hand going right through Micky, like he was some sort of ghost.

He pulled away and looked up at the others as if they could see him, if they could give him any answers or comfort too. But nothing. Peter wasn't even there.

After too long of silence, Davy approached Mike, looking at him closely.

"You really don't remember, do you?"

He thought it was crazy how someone in Mike's position could forget what happened, even if it was better for him not to know. It seemed so strange, of course he'd remember. Mike frowned, thinking about it for a moment before slowly shaking his head. He truly had no idea, no grasp of what was happening or what had happened before.

"No," he said. "I guess I don't."

Micky let out a sigh and leaned further back into his seat, covering his eyes with a hand.

"Well, I'm glad. You shouldn't have to remember all that," he said under his breath. "Ignorance is bliss."

"Micky," Mike said sternly, going toward him. "What is going on?"

He hesitated for a moment before speaking quietly, like he didn't want anyone else to hear it.

"It's a game," he whispered and Mike frowned, raising his eyebrows.

"A game?" He repeated, unsure if he was understanding it right. Micky and Davy looked at each other then back at him before nodding slowly.

"All of this is just a game," Davy whispered, looking around to make sure no one else could hear. "Everything here is."

"What?"

"You need to wake up, Mike," Micky continued. "If you wanna win the game, you can't do it here. No pressure, but you gotta win. We-we can't help you anymore but…you just have to."

"But—"

"Wake up, Mike," Micky pleaded. "Just wake up, and win. All you gotta do."

Before Mike had the chance to respond, everything went dark. His eyes shot open and he jumped up, finding himself alone on the living room floor, covered in sweat.

The first thing Mike noticed was the clock, which had begun ringing. Instead of the normal sound, it was now a daunting alarm that echoed through the walls. When he looked up at it, he noticed it was going backwards, fast, and began glowing red.

"Okay…" Mike said to himself. Normally, he'd be a bit more confident in himself. But he didn't know what had happened, what the "game" referred to, what he was supposed to do to win, why he had to, what happened if he didn't. He knew nothing. Hell, he didn't even know if any of this was real but he stood, staring up at the clock as he did.

"Time to win this game, I guess…"