Steve walked into the room, only this time he was twice as large as Mike remembered him. He couldn't keep doing this, he just wasn't able to take the punches anymore. Mike knew it could be much worse, but he was sick and tired of throwing up rice and bread, the only food they fed him.

"You don't need to do this," Mike said weakly.

"Believe me, I'd rather not make the commute every day," Steve grunted.

"How about you not do this and say you did?"

"That's not an option. You have information I need, and I have a job to do."

"You don't have to do this! We can work something out. Stop. Stop!"

Mike woke up suddenly to water being poured on his head. Gasping for air, he looked up to see Harvey holding a small bucket. Donna and Rachel stood beside him. Glancing over at the clock, he saw it was 3 in the morning. What the hell?

"Sorry, Mike," Harvey said unapologetically, "had to wake you up somehow. As it is, you woke up half the hotel with all your yelling."

The glint in Harvey's eyes told Mike he wasn't sorry at all, although he couldn't really blame him. Mike rubbed his face, and then glanced around the room. He assumed they had stopped at a hotel because he had fallen asleep in the car. He was comforted by the fact that they still seemed to care.

From the looks of it, there were two beds in the room, and Rachel appeared to have been sleeping in the other one. His heart hurt deeply. The very person he was trying to protect couldn't even bare to sleep in the same bed as him anymore. He assumed Donna and Harvey had been sleeping in another room, but he couldn't figure out how they'd ended up in his. He looked at them questioningly.

"You'd been yelling out for a while. I couldn't get you to wake up, so I went to get help," Rachel offered.

Mike nodded slowly. That made sense.

Everyone looked at him expectantly, as though he were going to explain why he'd been yelling out for someone to stop. He sighed. Were they really going to have this conversation twice in one night? Harvey grew impatient quickly.

"Mike, if you don't tell us what happened to you, you're fired," he said evenly.

Donna gave Harvey a look.

"Harvey, you can't fire Mike. What exactly are you hoping to gain from threatening him?" Donna asked.

Harvey became irritated that Donna had questioned him, and in front of everyone at that.

"What am I trying to gain? How about a junior partner I can actually trust? How about a friend that doesn't insult me in front of my entire firm, run away, and then lie to my face about it?! Does that work for you, Donna?"

"Except I didn't run away, Harvey. I would never do that to you, to any of you," Mike interjected in an attempt to take the heat off of Donna.

"Yeah, and how would you know that if your memory is gone, Mike? I can deal with you having a bad day at work, but this crap? You running away because things got hard?! I sure as hell didn't sign up for that," Harvey snapped.

"I didn't run away, and I would know because my memory came back hours ago. So you don't need to take your anger out on Donna because you can't deal with your own crap. Yeah, I haven't told you what happened, but honestly, why should I? You know, my word used to actually mean something to you. Now I can't get you to trust a word I say. You didn't have my back the night I went missing, and you don't have my back now!" Mike shouted back.

There was a pause. It was long enough for Mike to regret what he'd just said, but not long enough for him to attempt to take it back.

"What the hell did you just say to me?" Harvey asked.

Mike held Harvey's gaze and said nothing, as Harvey's words dared him to repeat himself. Donna and Rachel seemed to be holding their breath.

"How dare you. You think I don't have your back?" Harvey fumed, "no, Mike, I spent every night you were gone wondering where my friend was. I couldn't focus, I couldn't sleep, and you better believe I wasn't the only one. When everyone else said you'd broken under the pressure and ran off, I immediately shut them up. Then, when you finally show up, you refuse to tell me what the hell happened to you! So how exactly am I supposed to trust you? Because, from where I'm standing, all you've done is lie to us since the moment we were reunited. Can you really sit there and blame me for assuming the worst?"

Harvey was right, and Mike wished for what felt like the millionth time that something, anything, about this situation was easy.

"No," Mike said softly, "because you didn't assume the worst."

Mike had lived through the worst, him having ran away would have been preferable to all he'd been through. In that moment, Mike cracked. There was no use in holding out anymore. He was no longer worried about all of them hating him, as it looked as though things were heading in that direction, anyway. As for Rachel, Mike was hopeful that Harvey would find away to help him protect her, even if he wanted nothing to do with Mike after everything was said and done. Even if none of them wanted anything to do with him. The truth was now his best option, his only option. He took a deep breath, and told them everything.