The next morning at 8 AM, when Fidget had just woken up, he saw Olivia and her father spring out of the train that led back to the house they once lived in and the damage of it was repaired. Inside, they read Fidget's correspondence very carefully numerous times, thinking the bat hadn't changed one bit. "He kidnapped us and now he wants to apologize?" Olivia said.

"Yes, I feel the same way," her father agreed, "He can't have friends if he keeps that up."

That very morning, the queen had also discreetly scrutinized the letter several times. After a while, she became dumbfounded over Fidget's reformation, thinking he'll never repent.

At Basil's flat, Basil and Dawson comprehensively examined Fidget's handwritten note, as well. After a while of reading it for the umpteenth time, they were suspicious. "Let's go to Toby's," suggested Basil and they did.

"Toby, old chap!" Dawson cried out for Toby, the Basset Hound, "We have something to-"

"Dawson, that's my line, you silly goose!" Basil interrupted and grabbed his letter and read it to Toby:

Dear friends of all Mousedom,

I would like to say I'm sorry for capturing you: Basil, Basil's partner, Flavershams, and your majesty, Queen Mousetoria. I didn't choose my former boss, Ratigan, but I didn't know where else to go, but to him. He wanted me to do it so that I don't get eaten by his pet cat, Felicia. I promise I won't do that to you again. As of right now, I need a shelter that's much safer from the sewer.

Sincerely,

Fidget the Bat

Once Fidget's letter was read, Toby growled.

"That's my boy, Toby," Basil said, "That's what your reaction should be in circumstances like this!"

...

Back at the Flaversham's home, Mr. Flaversham asked his daughter, "Shall we go to Basil's house to discuss this matter?"

"Yes, Daddy, we shall!" Olivia exclaimed with glee. So, they did.

Mysteriously, Fidget peered out of the boot where he slept in to see if Felicia was there to haunt him. Discovering that she was nowhere to be seen, he said, scurrying out of the boot, on his way to Basil's, "Bye Felicia!"

...

By the time Olivia and Hiram Flaversham made it to Basil's, Basil was shuffling cards, so they can play a card game called Go Mouse, which was very much like Go Fish. Mr. Flaversham knocked on the door immediately. Mrs. Judson, Basil's housekeeper opened the door.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," Mr. Flaversham began, "Is Basil home?"

"Yes, he is, sir, the housekeeper replied, "He's shuffling cards, so you two can play Go Mouse."

Indoors, Mr. Flaversham and Olivia stepped inside, took off their warm clothes, and hung them on the hat and coat hanger so they can stay awhile.

Suddenly, another visitor knocked on the door. "Now who could that be this time?" she wondered aloud. Puzzled, she opened the door, anyway.

It was Fidget who knocked–the one who had written the "sorry" notes.

"Good afternoon, lady," Fidget greeted, nervously, but kindly, taking his cap off and on, "Is this Basil's house by any chance?"

The housekeeper can tell that the bat was bewildered. "Of course, it is," Mrs. Judson answered and added, "He's home and ready to play a game called Go Mouse. You've come to the right place and you are welcome to come in and play with them if you like, young man."

"Yes, thank you!" he marveled, "I'll join them now that the cat's away–the mice will play!" Having said that, he inched himself inside and hung his cap on the hat hanger, so he, too, can stay awhile. After a warm welcome, the curious bat began to play with his new friends.

"Don't be frightened, everybody," he told them as he sat down and added, "I'm harmless now."

"Fidget, how can you show your face into this after what you did to us?" Basil retorted, "We've been through enough trouble with you as it is!" Then all four mice sitting on the table folded their arms.

Basil was right. How could Fidget make it up to them after what he did to them?

"Mr. Basil, is that true?" Mrs. Judson asked Basil.

"I'm afraid it is, Mrs. Judson," Basil replied with a sigh.

"Give us a good explanation!" Olivia snapped.

"Give us one good reason why we shouldn't call the police!" Flaversham agreed.

"And throw you in jail!" Dawson finished.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Basil asked angrily.

"Well, I didn't mean all the things I did to you," Fidget shakily explained, "Ratigan forced me because if I didn't do what he wanted me to do, I would've been fed to his cat, Felicia. I didn't know what else to do." He sighed in sadness. "I'm really sorry."

"So Ratigan used you as bait, too?" Flaversham demanded to know.

With tears streaming through his face, Fidget answered, "As well as you couldn't leave until that toy queen was finished and he threatened your daughter's life if you didn't finish it."

"So I see," said Flaversham.

Dawson handed the remorseful bat a tissue. "Here you go," he said.

Fidget blew his nose and handed it back to Dawson.

Olivia went over to hug Fidget, rubbing his back. "There, there, there. It's over now."

"Are you ready to play?" Basil asked.

"Bring it on, Basil!" Fidget grinned as he sat down and turning to Dawson, uncertainly, "Hey, guy in the purple outfit, what's your name?"

"Dr. Dawson," replied Dawson to the dubious bat.

"Do you have a four, Dawson?" asked Fidget.

"Go Mouse," Dawson said.

Fidget picked up a card from the pile and bubbled with fulfillment the moment he saw that it was a four. "Aha! A match!" shouted Fidget with glee.

"Hey, Fidget," Olivia began, "Do you have an ace?"

"Oh, shucks!" Fidget whined as he reluctantly gave Olivia his card, but added, curiously, "What's your name?"

"Olivia Flaversham," said the preteen girl sweetly as always and added, gesturing towards her dad, "And this is my father, Hiram Flaversham or you can call him Mr. Flaversham."

Mr. Flaversham smiled at his daughter and his new friend.

"How old are you?" Fidget asked, wanting to know more about her.

"Ten," Olivia responded again casually and she hadn't bothered to ask him how old he is just in case, although he is still younger than she had anticipated.

Fidget's mouth opened wide and he said, "Wow! It's amazing how time flies. Do you have a queen?"

"Go Mouse."

"Darn!" Fidget tensed as he fished out a card and hadn't had any more cards that match, then stopped and chose to change the subject, "You know, Livy, this card game is way better compared to poker!"

"I'll bet!" Olivia said. Right there, he knew exactly what she meant.

"I'm glad you think so, Fidget," Mr. Flaversham told Fidget.

"You bet your tail!" Fidget joked with a wink.

"Mr. Flaversham!" called Dawson, "Do you have a ten?"

"Shoot!" complained Hiram, "I do, Dawson!"

"Hey, Fidget," cried Basil with excitement, "Do you have a five?"

"Go Mouse," Fidget replied.

Basil picked up a card and realized that it was a five and he had a lot more matches than any other opponent. "I've won, losers!"

Everyone left their seats, enraged by Basil's rude remark and told Mrs. Judson. She had good ears; she even heard Basil's ungentlemanly comment. Hence, the angered housekeeper got a hold of Basil as he stepped out of his seat.

"Mr. Basil!" Mrs. Judson reprimanded, "You just called your friends losers!"

"Do you want me to call them winners? Because that would make me a liar, but I never lie," Basil lied.

"You lied just now, Mr. Basil!" Mrs. Judson scolded him again.

"Okay, I admit that you caught me," sighed Basil.

"Now, apologize to them," Mrs. Judson said, sternly.

"No, I am not sorry!" Basil raved.

"Maybe you're not sorry at all," Dawson admonished.

"Yeah, you didn't have to be so mean to us because you've won," seconded Mr. Flaversham.

"Perhaps you only thought about yourself, Basil!" Olivia opposed, angrily.

"Olivia is right," Dawson defended.

"Maybe you shouldn't have any friends, Basil of Faker Street!" Fidget raged and blew raspberry at Basil in a fit of irritation, "You remind me of my former boss, Mr. Perfect Mouse Detective because you also think you're perfect! I thought maybe you'd be used to this kind of talk by now! Why won't you just grow up, traitor?!"

"Well, you should've drowned, Fidget! Why should I listen to a punk teenager like you?"

Fidget shot him a mad, scary look that made Basil shudder. "Do YOU know what it's like to be brainwashed by the most wanted criminal in history?" Fidget continued, "I never wanted any part of it, but I didn't want to get fed to his cat, either! What are you going to do? Wish death upon me and everyone else? Punish us for your mistakes? Throw me in the river? I don't care! You're not our dad!" With that, an offended Fidget crossed his arms after all the seething. Like Olivia, he may be feisty, sassy, defensive, stubborn, sarcastic, rebellious, may jump to conclusions, and may even have a little bit of an attitude, but he was right.

Basil looked like he was about to cry at Fidget's and everyone else's angry words.

"Mr. Basil!" Mrs. Judson chided, "You should go to your room if you're going to talk so smart to your friends!" Basil was on his way alright and he was sad as his group gave him one more look of betrayal smeared from their faces. In his room, he was imprisoned by all the damage he'd done.

*To read about what I think caused Fidget to work for Ratigan, although he didn't choose to, skip to the middle in How Time Flies. That's when Fidget got mad at Basil for not letting him go outside and ran off.

*Considering Fidget playing a game with a group of people, some viewers may assume he'd cheat (or at least in my mind).

*It isn't clear nor is it confirmed that Fidget was ever friends with Olivia before he ended up carrying out Ratigan's orders before kidnapping her father and herself. That's just my wild guess in my one-shot, When Fidget Met Olivia.