The door to the computer lab slams open and Green looks up, expecting to have to tell the Jims to get lost only to see King of the Squirrels stood in the doorway.
"Where's Google!" He's gasping for breath and clearly distraught as he takes a few steps in, looking around in desperation.
"Aren't you suppos-"
"Google!" he snaps.
Green frowns and says Google mentioned something about a meeting with Dark, and the Host in Dark's office. Before Green's able to say anything else, King is gone.
Tearing through the hallways, King tries to push away the still fresh memories from that dirty, crusted workshop that Natemare had taken them to. No matter how much he tries to block it out, he can still hear the wheezing noises from that shoddy looking machine that had to be doing Bing's breathing because his chest was just- King pushed himself to race faster, refusing to think about it.
Violently throwing open the door to Dark's office, he sees the three of them stood there. They all have confused looks on their faces and King just sees red. Taking long strides to cross the office, he tries to throw himself at the grey ego but is stopped when Google wraps both his arms around King's chest and holds him back.
Dark, Google and the Host are surprised, all having thought that King was still out finding his trees. He tries to lash out, struggling against the robot's hold on him, shouting in anger, calling Dark a monster, an emotionless husk and swearing to make him pay for what he's done. From outside Dark's office window, there are ominous creaks from the trees that now live in the garden.
While they watch King fight, the Host seems concerned, while Google is focused on keeping him back, but Dark looks unbothered which just infuriates King more. The grey ego turns to Google and calmly requests that he take King outside to calm down until he's willing to converse like a reasonable adult. As Google starts to pull him outside, King's anger comes to a head and he shouts with every ounce of anger in his soul.
"WE FOUND BING YOU ASSHOLE!"
Google stops, and the room falls silent, everyone in shock, except for King whose tears have broken loose, pouring over his cheeks as he slumps slightly in the arms around him. He chokes on a sob. "I didn't even know he was gone."
The Host steps forward and explains that they didn't want to worry him, that they were hoping to bring Bing home before King would find out, his reassurances acting as a distraction as he calmly places his hand on King's shoulder and takes a look in the dryad's mind to see what they're dealing with. Both Google and Dark are silent as the seconds pass, both waiting for the Host's assessment.
Moving his hand from King's shoulder, the Host reaches to gently cradle King's cheek, brushing away a tear.
"Wilford is bringing him home." he speaks softly and firmly, almost like he is trying to reassure King as he informs the others of what he's found out. He turns to Google. "All of the Googles will need to be present on his arrival. King will make sure the clinic is prepared." he addresses the last part to King as Google lets him go. As soon as he's free King heads to the door, slower, less angry than before.
Google waits until King is gone before he turns to the self-appointed self-important leader of this building.
"If he's been hurt, Dark. I swear-"
"Google." the Host speaks firmly, his stern grounded voice reminding Google that he has a job to do. Anger can come later. Google leaves, his eyes glowing blue with determination and already sending a message to the others to get to the clinic.
With the others gone, Dark takes in everything that's just happened, breaking from his reverie as the Host begins to leave.
"What do I do?" he calls. The Host stops and turns back to Dark.
"The Host rather thinks you've done enough."