A/N: Here's some more, I hope you enjoy. And, people, I do want to remark that I love it when you express your opinions on what you read. Please, don't hesitate to review my stuff, especially if you don't like something – but of course do as well if you like! Your opinion is the best prize for me. But I won't say too much, just let's go on as there's a new chapter…

Chapter 2. Locked.

Davy went into the room and turned on the light. Mike followed him and closed the door behind him, not noticing the little click – he was too sleepy.

- What did you want? – he asked slowly.

- Nothing special, - Davy answered expressly carelessly. – Do you really believe in wall biters? You seemed to be so concerned listening to me.

- I'm not a fool, you know, - Mike remarked, heading to the bed to take his nightgown from under the pillow. – You wanted to walk me because you are afraid. You're still afraid of them and you believe in them. Ha?

Davy sniffed and said nothing.

- So I'm right, - Mike stated, starting unbuttoning his shirt. – You are free, man, go to bed. Peter's with you, just in case, - he gave a short laugh.

Davy headed to the door and tried to open it. Then his angry voice from behind Mike's back exclaimed:

- Hey! That isn't funny!

- What? – Mike asked, turning to Davy, his shirt buttons half-undone.

- You locked that door, I don't know how and for what in the world, but open it now!

- I didn't lock anything, - Mike said, going to Davy. – Let me…

And he tried to open the door. There was no use.

- Stuck or what, - he mumbled finally and hit the door with his fist. – Hey fellas!

- Guys, open the door!

It was Micky's voice.

- Are you kidding or what? Did you do it? – Mike shouted.

- Mike, what's wrong? – Micky's voice sounded worried.

- So it wasn't you? – Mike asked suspiciously.

- Of course it's not me! Who then, Peter? Hey Pete!

Mike and Davy heard a hollow conversation behind the door, then Micky's voice informed them:

- It wasn't Peter. Try opening it again.

Mike pulled the door, but it didn't even move.

- Dave, is this your joke? – Mike looked at Davy sternly. – That's not funny, open the door.

- Joking? I don't know what's happening, - Davy answered, not looking at Mike. – We gotta break it down, there seems to be no other way to get out of here. And no matter what the landlord says!

Mike pursed his lips.

- Listen, I don't like it. I'll try, but…

- But what?

- I don't like it, - Mike repeated stubbornly, making a few steps back.

The powerful strike of Mike's shoulder. He howled with pain, because the door didn't move, it was firm like a stone.

- I'll try again, - he croaked. – Wait…

And another strike. It was even more painful. Mike slid down on the floor and curled down there, roaring and hissing quietly. Davy knelt down next to him.

- Are you okay?

Mike nodded, pursing his lips not to howl.

- It'll be… okay… soon.

- Move your arm.

Mike raised his arm and moved it a little, wincing. Happily, he hadn't broken anything.

- I can't break it down, - he shouted a little hoarsely, raising his face so Micky could hear him. – Mick, don't try, you'll break your bones sooner than this door will break down. Let's do what – you and Peter go to bed downstairs and we'll stay here. We'll call somebody in the morning.

- Okay, - Micky answered from behind the door. – You hold on there.

- Yes, - Davy answered instead of Mike.

They heard the steps of Micky's down the stairs and then everything was quiet. Davy turned to Mike.

- Hey, - he said, putting a light hand on his right shoulder, the one Mike had hit the door with. – Does it hurt now?

Mike shrugged slightly.

- I'll be all right, babe, - he reassured, as he always did when he didn't want anybody to worry about him.

- Let me have a look at it.

Mike's shirt buttons were still half-undone, so it was easy to check. Mike lowered his shirt a little from the shoulder – it was marked with a large purple bruise.

- I expected this, - Davy said, concerned. – Gosh, how it will hurt! Be careful with it, okay?

- Don't worry, - Mike tried to smile adjusting his shirt on the shoulders. – That's just a bruise, isn't it? We both have seen worse things.

Davy nodded and smiled slightly.

- How do you think the guys are gonna get us out of here?

- Well, - Mike said thoughtfully, rising, - I guess they'll call some one of the neighbours, it would the best if it's a strong man. He'll take some kind of an instrument with him and perhaps will break the lock. Or he'll remove the door somehow…

Suddenly Mike gasped and grabbed Davy's shoulders.

- Listen, man, we have another door right here, don't we? It's a staircase right to the beach! We'll be able to get out of here!

- Where? – Davy asked somehow sarcastically, pulling away. Mike frowned and looked around. The next moment he rushed towards the solid wall where the door once was. He examined it carefully still with some kind of hope and then hit it hard with his fist and dropped his head on his chest. Davy went to Mike looking at him with sympathy and put his gentle hand on Mike's shoulder.

- Let's hope it's just a bad Halloween joke. Okay?

- I don't like it.

- I've heard it already.

- No, you don't understand, - Mike said exhaustedly, turning to Davy. – I don't like it all. It's wrong, you see, and not kinda wrong – it shouldn't all - be - so!

- What in the world do you mean? – Davy asked suspiciously.

Mike sighed.

- Never mind. It's just… I'm worried. Don't know why. Everything seems like… you know… everything is going how it shouldn't go. I have a bad feeling about this all.

- Oh come on, - Davy said, taking Mike's elbow and pulling him off from that newly appeared solid wall. – Listen. You're tired. Go to bed, tomorrow there will be no more Halloween and no more such jokes and everything will go as usual.

- You think? – Mike looked at Davy with hope.

- Of course, - Davy said, releasing his elbow. – Just let's go to bed. Tomorrow will make everything go back to square one – you know, tomorrows always do.

And he smiled at Mike. He just knew it would work. And it worked. Mike looked down, but smiled back with the corners of his lips.

- Okay then.

He went to his bed, stood his back to Davy, unbuttoned his shirt finally, quickly got undressed and put a nightgown on. When he made himself comfortable in bed under the blanket, Davy was still standing staring at the window thinking of God knows what.

- Hey babe, - Mike called.

- What? – Davy threw over his shoulder.

- Are you all right?

- Yes, - he answered succinctly.

- Are you gonna go to bed?

- In a few minutes.

When Mike was falling asleep, he heard the other bed creak and smiled to himself. Now he knew he could be calm – Davy went to bed. Mike sighed and let Morpheus take him to the land of dreams…