*This is pretty much just filler as I have a lot going on with school right now and I won't be posting much for the next few weeks. I wanted you guys to at least have something. It's short, but I hope you enjoy it.*
Another week had passed, a rather uneventful one, but the boys began to fall back into a rhythm. It wasn't the same as before. There were no more gigs or wacky misadventures, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. Things were slowly but surely beginning to look up.
Davy was beginning to act like himself again. He had gone out on a walk one day and met a girl named Molly. As expected, the two hit it off right away. She had helped him tremendously when it came to the coping process. She had convinced him to go and see Mike whenever he had the strength to do so, but never pressured him into it. Every time he would go, she was the one who would drive him to the hospital and she'd wait outside as a silent support for him.
Peter got a promotion. A small but noticeable one. He did everything that was needed of him. No more being ignored. He would stock shelves, help customers at the register, bring bags to cars, everything the store needed him to. He had always loved helping people and now it finally felt like he was actually doing something worth the while.
Micky worked more hours than before. He needed the money. And he spent the time he didn't work doing the shopping, taking care of the house, managing the money, and visiting Mike when he had the free time. The problem was that he didn't have much of that free time anymore. It was, as if, for the past few weeks, the Monkees' lives were put on pause. For better and for worse, they were now beginning to play again at full speed. He hadn't seen Mike since the time he took Davy.