Well, I never thought I'd write another chapter for this story, which was intended to be a one-shot, but ideas jump out of nowhere, I guess. I hope you enjoy.

That night, after Fidget's and Olivia's encounter with Ratigan, Fidget had a nightmare about him contradicting himself and being abusive to his four kids, anyway, plus telling his four kids what they already knew, such as working for Ratigan, why he did it, and him not wanting them to have the same fate that he did. But they didn't take him too seriously (like other kids) and wound up doing whatever they wanted such as hitting him back (in self-defense and out of frustration), lashing out at him, swearing at him because he did that them, laughing at him whenever he got hurt, and one of them pointing a knife directly at him. That was until he and his wife told him to put the knife down. At first, Fidget yelled at him to do it, but that enticed one of his children to snap back at him because Fidget's tone was a bossy and mean one. That was the moment he decided to say it gently like his wife, who he hit, too, despite being on the punishing end by his kids and wife. Then, the worst was yet to come for him. His next punishment was…getting separated from them and his wife until they start to feel better.

As soon as they left, Fidget went to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror to take a good look at himself. That moment on, he found out who he really was: bossy, selfish, mean, fake, arrogant, cocky, self-indulgent, stupid, ugly, and a fool, an idiot, and a beast (as one of his children called him). Another worse thought occurred to him. Abusing his children reminded him of criminal activity. Abusers, thieves, and criminals go to Hell and he was one of them, who felt that he deserved eternal punishment in Hell or worse, eternal death in the fiery lake of burning sulfur, which is indeed the second death. Fidget was exposed as a hideous monster...a permanently damaged monster. That was the price he paid for making a game out of his feelings and lacking understanding on other's aspects.

Having those thoughts, he wept bitterly until finally, he could feel his scars fading. They weren't permanent, after all because scars can heal (if not all of them). He had saved himself from his possible eternal damnation and brought himself closer to God. Feeling relieved, but at the same time, still sick inside, he went to talk to his friends about the problem, although he brought it on himself. They were more than happy to listen, anyway and they helped him write down a list of alternatives to hitting before he saw his wife and children again. Afterward, Fidget suggested to see them in a few months because they were traumatized by the whole ordeal. Basil and the other mice agreed.

Months later, Fidget finally got a chance to see his wife and kids, who recovered from their traumatic experience. He gave his friends a chance to meet them.

…

Fidget woke up to find out that he never had a wife and kids. Next to him stood Basil.

"Fidget, what is it?" he asked.

"Basil, remember that conversation we had today?" Fidget replied.

"Yes, I did," Basil said, "And you taught me well."

"I had a dream I had a wife and kids," Fidget explained, "I was a child abuser and I hit a woman."

"That was very unpleasant of you," Basil nodded.

"One of them pointed a knife toward me and I yelled at him for it, but he yelled back at me until I told him calmly to put the knife down and it worked." Fidget cleared his throat before he explained further. "Of course, my wife was still mad at me, so we separated. It had to be done and I knew it. I deserved it. I hated myself for being a abuser."

"What did you do afterwards?" Basil prodded, without having to burden him.

"I cried, then I talked to you guys," Fidget continued, which put a smile on Basil's face.

"Oh, good. We are always happy to help, even though you brought the situation on yourself."

"Then, you all helped me write a list of alternatives and I told you not to see them for a while because they were too traumatized to talk to me. You agreed."

"How did it end?"

"They showed up again months later when they started to feel better."

"That's good and here's a piece of paper and pencil." Basil handed him a pencil and paper. "I figured you can't go to sleep without writing those options down."

"Oh," Fidget said, "How about taking a walk with the kid and maybe meet his needs?"

"Good choice," Basil said and Fidget wrote it down.

"Take something that kids aren't ready to use and be patient with them," Fidget pointed out.

"I agree."

The list went on and on and none of them involved punishment in general. Each of them ought to make sure each child did what he was told without anybody hurt.

Seeing that the bat was worn out from writing, Basil tucked him in. Now, Fidget had a good night's rest.

…

The next morning, before breakfast, Basil and Fidget explained about Fidget's dream the night before.

Olivia was horrified, but was relieved to hear Fidget's happy ending. "Oh, Fidget, I'm glad to hear your family is all better and that was some dream you had."

"It was, Livy, and here's a list of options against punishments," Fidget said as he gave her the list.

The girl mouse read it carefully. Once she was finished, she said, "My, that's a good list."

"Basil helped."

Basil smiled at her.

"Mr. Basil, breakfast!" Mrs. Judson called.

"Coming!" Basil called back and he, Fidget, Olivia, Dawson, and Flaversham followed.

At the smell of food, Toby ran straight for the Baker Street residence.

"Oh, and look who dropped in!" Basil exclaimed.

"Toby!" his friends cheered.

"Mrs. Judson, meet Toby," Basil told his housekeeper.

"Oh, my!" Mrs. Judson exclaimed.

"He's harmless," Dawson assured her.

"He's a good dog," Olivia chimed in.

"Well, now, have a crumpet," Mrs. Judson said to the big dog.

Toby panted lively and licked the crumpet right out of the landlady's hand.

…

At noon, the Flavershams and Fidget said their thank you's before heading for home.

"Thank you, Basil," said Fidget, "Bye, bye. Bye, bye, Dr. Dawson."

"Goodbye, lad," Dr. Dawson answered.

"See you later," Fidget whispered before he left and followed the Flavershams home.

Author's note: Well, I hope you all enjoyed.