Ugh, Chase inwardly groaned. I am sooo bored, he thought to himself. He'd have to get used to it, though – he wasn't going anywhere. He only wished the transition from abundant stimulation to zero stimulation could be easier. My brain is too used to being busy.

He sighed, getting up from where he had been sitting on the floor. He had only been here for four hours, his world clock informed him, but already he wasn't sure he could stand it any longer without cracking. What bothered him most was that he didn't have a choice.

He was itching to do something, anything, so he thought about his options. He could sit and think, he could play with his bionics, he could pace and think, or – he was a little wary of this option and it didn't really appeal to him at the moment – he could exercise for the sake of killing time. He never thought he would come to this point in his life, but he also hadn't foreseen locking himself up.

He wanted to play with his bionics a little bit, but he wasn't sure that that would be a good idea, being that he had already glitched three times since his arrival (the magnetism glitch had been brutal – the entire building was comprised of metal).

So he settled for pacing. He was ninety-eight percent sure that he was going to be doing a lot of it in the future.

"So he's staying there for the rest of his life?" Bree asked, her eyes wide. She couldn't imagine cutting herself off from all other life forms so cruelly. Just being grounded from using her phone was torture.

"That's the sacrifice he's willing to make for us and for the world," Mr. Davenport said somberly.

"Sacrifice? It's not like he had a life anyways," Adam joked in an attempt to lighten the mood, but when it was ill received, he fell serious again.

They all looked back to the holographic screen, watching Chase pace back and forth from a security camera that was in a high up corner of the room. It hadn't been difficult to figure out which facility he was in – they merely had to look at Mr. Davenport's bank account and see that one of his many storage units had suddenly started to draw a small but steady amount of money that day. Even Chase couldn't hide that.

After that, it was only a matter of accessing the monitoring system, which the youngest bionic had hastily ignored, and thus his family was able to see him in live time.

Bree was ashamed that she almost felt a small amount of satisfaction in seeing her brother locked up like this, but it wasn't like she wasn't justified. Though that face may be the face of Chase Davenport, her little brother, it was also the face of Spike, who had tried to kill her and Adam twice. In a matter of days.

And it wasn't like he wasn't obnoxious, nerdy, arrogant, annoying… oh who was she kidding? She already missed her brother so much, she was in physical pain. She and Adam deeply cared for Chase and knew him inside and out; they had been raised in a basement for fifteen years with only each other for company, after all. Seeing that their little brother was so unhappy, so lonely, and the fact that they couldn't do anything besides watch just tore at Bree's heart terribly.

She was thinking of a way to convince the others that Chase could come back when her thoughts were rudely interrupted by action on the screen in front of her. Chase had started to float, presumably against his will, being that he looked to be struggling. He was saying something, but the camera didn't record sounds, so none of them knew what it was. What they could tell was that he looked extremely annoyed and frustrated (which really wasn't abnormal for him).

Adam turned away from the screen at that, looking distraught. Normally he would laugh at funny glitches like that one, but this time it was different. He wanted so badly to be there for his brother, even if they did quarrel often, because as the oldest, it was his duty to protect his siblings. And Adam wanted to protect Chase from his own bionics. "Mr. Davenport, we have to do something. We can't just sit here and watch him suffer," Adam demanded.

"There isn't anything we can do, Adam," Bree said gently.

"Why can't Big D try and fix Chase's chip again?" Leo asked.

All eyes turned to the head of the household, and he sighed. "Look what happened to his chip when I tried to fix it before – he's worse off because of what I did."

"But you have to try again – you are still his only chance," Bree pressed.

Their eyes were drawn back to the screen as suddenly Chase dropped like a stone, falling the five-ish feet between him and the ground. He looked angry and ever more frustrated, and in the next moment they saw his expression grow vicious. Spike was back for a third time that day.

He looked to be talking to himself, storming throughout the room and pounding on the walls with worrying force. But the walls gave little to encourage the app, seeming to merely taunt him. Roaring in aggravation, he gave up after a minute or two, his head whipping around, seeking out an opponent. But there was none.

Spike seemed to comprehend the fact that he was imprisoned, and he clenched and unclenched his fists. He bellowed yet another time, for good measure, before huffing in defeat. He began pacing around the room in a frenzied, worked up manner.

Bree turned back to her father-figure, saying desperately "Please Mr. Davenport, you have to help him!"

"What if I make it even worse for him?" Mr. Davenport asked, anxiety owning his features.

"Can it really get any worse?" Leo wondered aloud.

There was a long pause before Mr. Davenport said "Give me a little time to think about it, alright? This isn't a decision I'm going to make lightly, and another day or two isn't going to kill Chase."

"Are you sure about that?" Leo asked seriously.

Mr. Davenport sighed again. "I will decide quickly, I promise. But I'm not going to do it right now," he stated, deftly ending the conversation.