A/N - Three egos and a dead body.

The clinic is heaving until the second Dark walks through the door. The air around him is tainted, his aura bleeding out further than usual. He barely has to say a word for everyone to know they need to leave. Even Dr Iplier makes himself scarce, leaving just Dark, Wilford and the Host in the room, with the body of the poor stranger who fell from their roof laid out on the bed.

The Host sits in a nearby chair, his fingers shaking. There's little help he can be with a deceased body and Dark's aura is not helping him to remain calm. Dark steps towards the end of the bed.

"This has to be to do with Mark." he says. The dramatics alone speak highly of Mark's hand having some sort of influence on it. The ass always did like to put on some kind of show.

"Except this guy looks nothing like us." Wilford crosses his arms, watching the others with concern. Neither of them look too hot right now and he'd rather avoid looking at the bed. "That's kind of Mark's thing. This breaks form for him."

Dark turns to the Host, a question on his lips that dies when the Host shakes his head. "All I can feel right now is you." his words are quiet and deliberate.

Mark's power and Dark's aura are difficult for the Host to tell the difference between at the best of times. With Dark's anger going wild like this, it would make sense that the Host is terrified. Scared stiff. Taking a breath, the grey ego closes his eyes and tries to centre himself, to pull his aura back under control. Of course, the aura is hardly willing and compliant, only dampening slightly. Wilford places a reassuring hand firmly on Dark's shoulder. A show of support for the leader.

After Dark has done all that he can, he opens his eyes. The Host is still visibly uncomfortable but straightens himself as he speaks. "I think Phantom may be involved."

Both Dark and Wilford stare in shock before the grey ego scowls. This is not a better alternative. "I thought you destroyed Phantom."

The Host merely gives a shrug. "Apparently not."

Dark watches the Host intently. There's something off about the Host's words. Not a lie, but definitely something missing, the man has always been fairly obvious. As it dawns on him what he's seeing, the ringing around Dark raises in pitch in time with his increasing anger.

"You already knew he was here." Dark steps forward, anger peeling off him and the Host raises from the chair to place it between them as he moves away. "You knew!"

Wilford tightens his grip on Dark's shoulder and pulls to hold Dark back. "I'm sure Julien knew nothing."

Dark's eyes are pitch black, his arms shaking with barely restrained anger as he moves to step forward again. "You made Phantom for Him! If Phantom's alive, if he's around, it could already be too late!"

The very room around them begins to shake, the color draining, the pitch rising. Dark tries to tear himself free from Wilford who moves with him, reaching with his other hand to try and hold him back as the Host moves further away. Dark bellows as he strains against the hold around him. "DO HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT PHANTOM-!"

Wilford's arm around Dark's neck cuts the grey ego off, pulling tight despite the fingers that fly up to try and force him off. Dark's aura is out of control, making the air around him black as night while it leeches color from the entire room. Even Wilford's moustache is turning grey.

"Cool down time." Wilford grunts, visibly straining against Dark before the two of them disappear. All they leave behind is the smell of candy that's been left out and is starting to turn sickly. The Host breathes a sigh of relief. Dark will be able to explode in Wilford's void without hurting anyone or anything. Least of all him.

There's barely a few beats of silence before it's interrupted by an intense gasp, a clatter, several choking coughs, and a groan from around the bed. The Host sees nothing, but he's got sense enough to figure out what must have happened, though he doesn't understand it.

As he sits back down in the chair, the Host straightens his jacket before he addresses the stranger who's now on the floor. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr Brody."