Boz had never seen so many royals and dignitaries in one place. Representatives and their entourage from all of the Kalooki isles walked around and fraternized in the Kinkowian throne room and courtyard, as well as representative of the president of the United States. Boz hadn't been aware that the president helped to keep this magical group of islands a secret, but he appreciated the gesture to preserve instead of invading and assimilating.

Boz had his eyes on the plant kings. They were polite, flattering, calm, and collected; everything the kings were not. He wished he could be at ease, but he couldn't. Not while these plants could do a one-eighty at any second. Not while Darren was walking around in the same space and could recognize him in an instant.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Mikayla walking towards him.

"Any sight of Darren?" he wondered. Mikayla shook her head.

"He's outside for now," she said and she glanced at the Kings. "Have you seen how well the Kings are behaving?"

Boz glanced at the plant copies. They were each holding a glass of water, chatting away politely with the dignitaries and royals; for a moment, Plant Boomer reminded Boz of future Boomer. Boz rejected the idea – his Boomer was never good with the long and fancy words Plant Boomer used to impress his guests.

"Yeah, they're pretty good," Boz said. Mikayla seemed impressed with their behavior, and Boz decided not to tell Mikayla. The last thing they needed today was more problems. At least these plants behaved, and when they stopped behaving, Boz would step in. Things were good, for now.

The plant copies announced the after-party at the courtyard. The guests slowly walked out of the throne room to the courtyard, to party a little more and let loose. Mikayla followed the guests out, while Boz stayed inside – so long as the plant copies did not go outside, neither would Boz. He walked towards the two; now they were alone in the throne room, it could be good to gauge how they were doing this afternoon.

"You're doing well," Boz said. "You even fooled Mikayla, and that's quite the achievement. Good job!"

The plant copies took the praise and glanced briefly at each other. Boz didn't think too much of it – the real Brady and Boomer often glanced at each other as well. So far, everything was going fine, and Boz just wanted to let them know how well they were doing.

"Why, thank you," Plant Brady said. "We are doing our best."

"Yeah," Plant Boomer said. "But before I forget, when we were talking to the Lakunan delegation, we thought we saw someone sneak into Vault 14."

Boz's eyes widened. "What?"

That was impossible. Boz stayed in the throne room at all times, with his eyes on the plant copies and often glancing around to see if Darren had spotted him. If anyone tried to get into Vault 14, Boz would have noticed. Boz would have stopped it. Had this one instance slipped his attention? It might have…

"We just saw the walls close again," Plant Boomer continued. "Maybe he's still in there. Who knows what they could be doing with all those dangerous artifacts?"

"I'm going in," Boz said, and he walked towards the vault. Plant Boomer and Plant Brady watched curiously as Boz punched in the code to Vault 14. The walls slid open again, revealing the small hallway to Vault 14. Boz marched in, machete ready. He snuck closer to the corner, and then jumped into the room.

It was empty. The artifacts were still here, as far as he could see. There was nothing in here that could turn someone invisible, either, so whatever it was, the plant copies were wrong.

"Guys, I think you're mistaken," Boz said, putting away the machete. "There's nobody in here."

He turned his head to the exit; it was already halfway closed again, and he could just see half their faces, evil grins on their faces. Boz sprinted to the entrance, but it was too late – the walls were closed, the vault locked. He pounded his hand against the smooth wall; he shouldn't have been so comfortable around these copies. They were not Brady and Boomer, but better – they were still evil little shits, and Boz fell right into their trap.

"Hey!" Boz shouted, still pounding the wall with his hands. Could they even hear him from behind the wall? "Let me out! Can you hear me? Release me!"

"We can't do that, Boz," Plant Brady said from the other side.

"Not until Adam has your shiny golden watch," Plant Boomer added.

Boz froze. No.

"Let me out!" he yelled. "You're making a big mistake."

There came no response - the copies had long gone, and Boz was stuck.

He put all of his weight in the fight against the wall, but it wouldn't budge. He had to get out of here – Adam wanted the watch. Was it even going to work on plant copies? Boz didn't know, and that was the scary part. If they had the watch, who knew what terrible things would happen.

The plants had long left the area. Nobody was in the throne room – everyone partied in the courtyard, celebrating peace in the Kalooki Isles, and not even the guards would hear Boz pound on the door and free him.

At least Darren wouldn't find him here.

Boz sighed and he stepped away from the door. Nobody was going to find him here, and there was no code pad on this side of the door to free himself, either.

Boz was truly stuck and he hated it.

Boz didn't even try to escape anymore. What's the use? Even if they moved back inside, the noise was enough to drown out his screams for help. They didn't hear him, and except for the evil doubles, nobody knew he was stuck in Vault 14. Boz was going to be stuck in here for a while, and he had made a somewhat begrudging peace with it.

Someone needed to open the vault from the outside to help him. The only ones who could do so were Mikayla, who had no idea what was going on, and the kings, who were supposed to be with Adam, which worried him.

He wanted the help – he needed the help. Maybe that's why he imagined the kings standing before the vault doors and talking to each other. Boz, who sat on the other side of the hallway, could hear them semi-clearly; they were talking loud enough on their side of the wall for Boz to hear. Boz didn't try anything; it was probably his mind picking up noises from the other side, and turning them into the familiar sounds of Brady and Boomer wandering around.

Until it wasn't.

"Beware any copies made by Duplicatus Plantus; in time, they will double-cross their host," Brady read aloud.

Boz stood up. They could not have possibly known that unless Brady had read it out loud from the Greak Book. It wasn't his imagination after all – the kings really were here, on the other side of the door. Boz ran to the door, ready to slam his fists into it and force the kings to release him.

"Well, if it isn't the bad seeds," Boomer said, and Boz froze. The plant copies were here. Boz stopped his fist right before he could hit the wall – the last thing Brady and Boomer needed while talking to their evil copies was a distraction coming from right behind them. Instead, he pressed his head against the door just to better hear what was going on out there.

"We're seizing your kingdom," said Plant Brady.

"Is that any way to talk to your father?" Brady responded, and Boz shook his head in confusion and disgust. That just sounded gross. Brady just read he was the host, not the father.

The doors opened, and Boz backed away. Before Boz could pummel forward to get to Adam, or before the Kings could recover from seeing Boz trapped in Vault, the plant copies pushed the kings inside. They stumbled forward and Boomer took Boz with him while they fell. They hit the ground, and the walls slid closed again before Boz could get up and get out again.

Now, he was stuck with his brothers.

Boz had given up on escape through the door a while ago, but Brady and Boomer hadn't given up yet. Boomer was pacing up and down the Vault while Brady repeatedly hit the door they just came through, trying to draw the attention of anyone who came by. He commended their spirit, but they needed to find another way out, and soon. Hopefully before Adam could get his hands on the Do Over watch.

"Dude, the door's stuck!" Brady said, turning to his brothers. "I think we're trapped."

"Oh no!" Boomer raised his voice, panicking. "If everybody thinks they're the real kings, then no-one will ever come looking for us! We're gonna spend the rest of our lives in Vault 14!"

Now that was an overstatement, but Boz didn't correct him. He was deep in his own thought, scanning the items on the shelves.

"There's gotta be something we can use in here," Brady said, turning his attention to the artifacts as well. Boomer soon joined, while Boz watched them pick up the items. None of them were useful, and making another plant copy to get out of here was not an option.

The longer Boz thought about it, the more he became frustrated. This was not okay. How easy was it to lock them away, how hard could it be to find a way out? The Vault was well-protected, as it should be, but at the very least there should have been a way out for those unfortunate souls trapped in here – or at the very least a mechanism that let Mason know someone was in the Vault, so he could free them immediately. Because this time frame was getting ridiculous.

At long last, Brady and Boomer gave up as well. They sat down on the ground, leaning their backs against the wall. At one point, Brady even decided to lie down on the ground fully. Boz remained standing, looking around. There had to be something he missed – something in this room that could be useful, if only they knew the right way to handle it. But time was running out and Boz feared they might be too late if they didn't find that solution quick.

Brady sat upright, having grown tired and bored of lying down. He looked to his right, in the direction of the Duplicatus Plantus, and frowned. The king stood up, his eyes fixated on whatever he'd spotted. Boz noticed and came closer to the king.

"Look, guys!" Brady said. "There's an air vent."

Boz followed Brady's gaze. Up there was indeed an air vent. Which was highly irresponsible of the architect who designed this specific vault. There was no reason for an air vent to be in here, as people weren't going to be in Vault 14 for such a long time.

"Oh yeah," Boomer responded, "so there's enough air for us to starve to death?"

Boomer didn't see the possibilities, but Boz did. He had the same idea Brady has. At least, he hoped Brady also thought about climbing up and breaking through the air vent. It was high up, but it should be doable. With all the training he'd been doing for the last few months, Boz should be strong and flexible enough to be able to do this still.

"Dude, I think I can see a light," Brady said, looking directly up. This should work. There's no reason why this should not work. At least Boomer came to check it out as well – a sign of blossoming hope.

Brady was ready to climb through; he hadn't expected Boz to step forward first and squeeze himself through the narrow vent before the kings could.

"Boz, what are you doing?" Boomer called out. Boz stood up and got ready to start the climb.

"I know the code," Boz said. "I'm a good climber; I can leave and open the Vault for you before you'd even make it halfway up there."

Then he started climbing. The vent was supposed to circulate cool air throughout the castle; but the inside of the vent was warm and the metal almost burned his hands. Had someone turned off the air conditioning? Was this something the plants had thought of before they pushed the kings inside the Vault?

Either way, Boz powered through, climbing higher and higher through this narrow, near-claustrophobic vent. At long last, he found the source of light that Brady was talking about – a vent that ended directly in the kings' bedroom. Boz pushed hard against the vent and broke it. He climbed out of the hole and stood up, ready to free his brothers and find Adam.

When he looked up, the contents of his bag were scattered across the bedroom, and Adam stood in the middle of the mess.

Time seemed to stand still while Boz and Adam locked eyes. Boz studied his copy; the same built, same height and weight, but with that mysterious dark hair that matched Brady and Boomer's. That's where the similarities ended – the roots of the copy were black and rotten, an evil version of Boz who wanted to harm.

Adam loosely held the watch in his hand, holding on to it with its plant hand. Boz glanced at the watch and back into the hard and desperate blue eyes of the copy.

"Adam…" Boz said. "Put the watch down. Just put it down. We can talk this out."

"There's nothing left to talk about," Adam sneered at his human, weak and begging for salvation. Adam was done being subservient.

"You're not taking away my chance. I'm done, Boz. You hear me? I am done being the spare. I am done being used as a back-up for everyone else's problems - for your - my own problems. I'm done only coming into play when someone else falls away." He tightened his grip on the gold watch. "I'm not a spare. You hear me? I am not a spare!"

"Of course you're not a spare," Boz said.

"But do you believe that yourself?"

Boz opened his mouth to answer, but nothing escaped his lips. While the plant before him was evil, he was created with Boz's DNA – his ideals, beliefs, dreams. His insecurities. Boz couldn't say anything, because the copy was right. Did Boz believe it himself? Did he think the copy – and thus, himself – wasn't a spare?

No. Boz was the spare. And in his quest to escape the status, he created one with the same desire.

Adam took a breath, clenched the watch in his hand.

"Do Over."

The world around him came to darkness; the world spun around them as the colors and shapes faded away, and the light was absorbed by the darkness. Did the others even realize what was going on? Boz barely realized it until he fell into the void and lost consciousness.

The world was gone and so was he.