"Davy?" Peter called from the kitchen, gazing out the window. Davy was beginning to get annoyed at his friend.

"I don't know where he is, Peter. I told you that he went out to run a few errands and that he'd be back soon. You don't have to keep asking me. He'll be back soon." He hadn't done a great job at hiding the frustration in his voice. The whole day since Peter woke up, he had been asking Davy where Mike was and had been receiving the same answer every time.

"I hope he's okay..." He muttered to himself with a deep sigh.

"He's okay, Pete." Micky said, not glancing up from his book, "Mike's good at staying out of trouble when we're not around."

Davy and Micky laughed lightly at the joke, but Peter just sat, watching the clock. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

"Hey, Davy?" He asked quietly, to not upset Davy.

"Yes, Peter?" He replied, better at hiding his annoyance this time.

"What time did he go?"

Davy continued watching the TV.

"Uh, it was a little after him and I woke up. Probably about 9 or 10, I guess? He probably just got caught in traffic or something."

Peter said nothing, but Micky caught a glance at his watch and his eyes widened.

"Yeah, four and a half hour traffic..."

Davy turned sharply to face them, confusion and concern clear on his face. He looked at the clock, it was almost four PM and Mike had still not returned. It shouldn't have taken him that long. He should've been back by lunch at the latest. How had he not noticed before? He quickly turned off the TV and began pacing.

"Davy?" A meek voice asked from the kitchen.

"What, Peter!" Davy snapped, causing the blonde to recoil back. Micky glared at him.

"Sorry, Pete...I'm just stressed, that's all. You didn't do anything wrong. What did you want to ask?"

"Well," He stepped forward again, regaining confidence, "why don't we just call him? You said he went to the Vincent Van Go-Go, why don't we just call the restaurant and ask if he was there?"

"That's a great idea, actually. Will help set our minds at ease," Micky stood and made his way to the phone. He was worried sick and almost certain something bad had happened but had done his best to keep his cool. It rang before he could dial a single number.

"Would you look at that!" He grinned as he picked up the receiver. The others watched anxiously as he answered.

"Hello? This is Micky Dolenz..." his smile faded and his face became pale as he listened. The ever talkative Micky Dolenz was silent and it terrified the other two. After too long, he finally spoke. "Okay..." he said, barely above a whisper, "okay...thank you..." before hanging up.

He looked at the other two, Peter was on the verge of tears while Davy stood emotionless for a while. He hated to be the one to tell them.

"That was, uh, the hospital. Mike...he...got into a pretty bad accident and had to go in...he's alive! But...you know, he-he lost a lot of blood and has to go to surgery tonight and...we probably w-won't be able to see him for a little while 'til he gets better, but um..."

He became too choked up to finish but went over to comfort Peter, who was now crying. Davy was in too much shock to do much of anything, he sat down in a chair and just tried to process.

It was my fault, he thought to himself, it's my fault he was in that accident, it's my fault all this happened.

He glanced over at Peter and Micky. He couldn't tell them, they'd hate him forever if he did. So instead, he just closed his eyes and tried to convince himself that this wasn't happening.