A/N: This one goes somehow smoother. I think it all will be better soon as my muse seems to be coming back to me. It seems to me I've been writing it for too long time and made you wait so I dare to show it to you without anybody other checking it, so say what you think about this chapter and don't hesitate to point at my mistakes. I'm improving myself, but I guess I need even more work. Still seems to me everything goes much better. Enjoy! ^)

Chapter 4. Hungry.

They'd been sitting for quite a while when suddenly Davy broke the silence.

- Hey Mike?

- What?

- As we don't know when we will be able to get out of here, let's try our best to keep… sane.

- Sane?

- Right. You know, when people are trapped somewhere for a long time they go mad. Something happens to a human's mind when in some box, like we are now. I'm just glad that we're here together. Maybe we'll try and keep one another normal…

- Yes, thank goodness we're together, - Mike said thoughtfully. – Though now we have to beware. If we stay here for too long time and something happens inside the head of one of us…or even both… uh!

Davy sighed.

- I'd better not think of it.

- Sorry.

- Never mind.

They were silent for a while, then finally Mike said:

- Listen, babe. If you now think… of it all... what might it be?

Davy laughed bitterly.

- If I didn't know better, I'd say it's a hallucination. But as we're both normal and awake… I honestly don't know.

Mike looked down at his lap playing with his fingers.

- Reminds you of nothing? – he asked finally.

- No, - Davy answered, putting his head on Mike's shoulder for a moment.

Mike sighed.

- I've never seen such things before, - he admitted. – You know, I'd love to promise you we'll get out of here… but now I can't do anything. When you… well, you know what happened then… it was all up to me. And I made my choice…

- Don't remind.

- But now… - he sighed, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. – How I want to get out of here. I'm tired of it all… I'm scared… and… I'm hungry.

It sounded harsh – this absolutely human will in this strange atmosphere. But Davy knew he was hungry, too, and they had no way of getting something to eat.

- Let's not think of it, - he said. – We have our fridge empty, what to say about the bedroom.

Mike made a short sarcastic laugh.

- Let's just talk and starve to death. That's what you suggest…

- Oh, Mike, don't play for once! - Davy half-exclaimed, annoyed.

- Play what?

- Play you!

- What do you mean – play me? – Mike straightened and turned to face Davy as the little one did the same.

- You know perfectly well, - Davy said angrily. – You always make such a selfish arse out of yourself, I don't even know what it gives you! Can you just be like you are – just once? As we don't know when we will be free!

- I'm only myself, always and no other way.

- You're always playing!

Davy exclaimed it and went on quietly, but bitterly:

- You're wearing masks, what are you doing this for? You're always hiding, you're always somewhere not here. What are you doing?

Mike put his both hands on Davy's shoulders.

- Hush babe, - he said firmly. – Do you know what we're doing? We're now starting our way to becoming animals. It all starts with fights. We have to keep together, don't you think?

Davy looked down, then at Mike.

- Yes, - he said after a pause. – Yes, you're right. Sorry… I told you not to lose it, but lost it myself.

- Don't worry, - Mike tapped his shoulder. – Just remember: when you're angry, count. It helps.

He released Davy's shoulders, paused and then added:

- You know… in extreme danger the deepest and the wildest animal instincts come out. And that's what I'm afraid of. Let's try our best to just keep each other human. Let's hold on to each other, ha? That's all we can do. No matter how hungry or scared we are, we should be together.

Davy nodded.

- I'm sorry. What we shouldn't do now is blame each other. That's no use.

Mike smiled.

- You understand me…

They sat leaning their backs on the bed trying not to think of the worst. There'd been silence for quite a while. Mike was nervous. First of all, everything went quite normal and now that made him suspicious. But over it all hunger and worry were scratching him from inside. What were they to do? Mike was afraid of thinking about it for if they were locked up for too long time there appeared only two options: either they would slowly lose everything human and finally eat one another – or die from hunger in each other's arms…

Mike swallowed. The only thought of what could happen if the door didn't appear made him tremble. With the door they would at least be in contact with Micky and Peter and so with the world outside this room, but without… they were trapped. That room was their cage – and could become their grave…

- Davy.

- Yes, - Davy replied slowly. Mike could guess he was even hungrier than Mike himself.

- No matter, - he sighed. For a second he thought of finding Davy's hand and squeezing it, but threw that thought away. All in all, they weren't yet dying. And that little touch was such a temptation… but he regained his temper as he heard Davy's quiet sigh.

- Hold on, Mike. I'm with you.

- Yeah, - Mike replied with a slight smile. – What would I do without you? And what would I be?..

Suddenly a loud scratch and creaking broke the silence. The two looked around fear rising from the depths of their hearts again. Jacques began singing out of nowhere at once, this time it was something triumphantly joyous.

'C'était au temps où Bruxelles rêvait,

C'était au temps du cinéma muet,

C'était au temps où Bruxelles chantait,

C'était au temps où Bruxelles bruxellait!'

Mike groaned. Davy made a bitter laugh.

- Whoever it is, they must be a great fan of… who is it, by the way, playing?

- No matter, - Mike mumbled. He suddenly started looking around his ears pricked up, all so tense.

- What's wrong? – Davy asked, straightening.

But Mike couldn't explain even to himself what was wrong. It was just that a sudden worry started scratching him from inside and squeezing his heart with a heavy hand. It was not a fear, it was just a worry, but it filled him keeping him uptight. The bad feeling he had had all the time became suddenly so sharp.

Mike inched closer to Davy not looking at him as Davy did the same. They touched shoulders and looked at each other. With only a glance in the little one's eyes Mike knew he felt the same. Davy's warm hand touched Mike's arm, slid down to the wrist in search of a hold of Mike's fingers – just for reassurance… but as soon as Mike leaned back on the bed to let Davy take his hand he suddenly lost his balance and fell on his back.

He sat up quickly – happily he hadn't hurt himself – and looked around – umpteenth time that day. Then he rose slowly, rubbing his eyes and staring at everything again in utter disbelief. He looked down at the floor, up at the ceiling – and covered his face with his hand. It all began to give him a headache. Everything that was in the room before was – just – drawn, – yes, drawn, the bedside cabinets on the walls, the beds on the floor and the lamp on the ceiling. A pink silhouette flashed on the edge of his sight – Davy jumped on his feet and rushed to the window. It was drawn as well, but Davy examined it – and when he understood what was obvious he hit the bare wall fiercely. There were smooth surfaces all around. Nothing but drawings there were.

- Mike! – Davy turned to him in despair. His voice echoed from the walls, fell on the floor and shattered.

Mike stepped to him confidently, ready to catch his hand, squeeze it and say something to calm him down, or even caress him – just a bit as they both didn't know what to do! But once his fingertips reached Davy's skin and Mike felt his warmth for a long moment, everything suddenly disappeared.

Walls, drawings, everything.

Absolutely everything.

Mike found himself floating in an endless deep and transparent blackness. He was surrounded with endless black colour through which – he felt – he could see far. But there was nothing to see.

- Davy!

Mike's call shook the darkness and he felt it vibrate. Mike heard his own voice hit something in black depths and return vibrating against his face.

Mike tried to swim through that nothing but he didn't seem to move. He tried to reach the floor with his feet – and touched something solid. He made a step – and a tip of his nose touched the wall. Mike reached the smooth black surface, invisible in surrounding ink blackness, and went along it until he felt another wall with his shoulder.

He reached the corner.

The blackness was in the room or it was what the room was filled with. Mike went along another wall. Finally he made a circle – or, better to say, a square. The room was nothing but a little empty square box with nothing like a door or a window. No trace of Davy. Mike jumped up just to see what would happen - and his head hit the ceiling. He reached the top of the box.

Mike winced. Too quickly, he thought. The hit had returned him to the floor and Mike let an unknown power make him sit down and then stand up again. He remembered how he had jumped into the pool – he curled in the pose of the embryo under the water and touched the bottom, and then the water softly untangled his body and he appeared on the surface so easily, he felt so relaxed and so fresh and so well…

But now – nothing but darkness and endless doubt. It reminded him of water and of something like losing gravity at once. Mike began to walk the floor when suddenly with the next step he lost the ground and fell down barely feeling it, not even surprised.

As his toes touched another floor, he looked around – and noticed a little pink figure curled against the wall far away from him. Mike ran towards it but didn't seem to approach.

- Davy! – he called.

The little one raised his head – and rushed to Mike. Suddenly something like a strong wind threw him back and hit him on the wall. Mike moved towards Davy – and that same power nearly blew him away, but Mike somehow managed to stay on his feet. He raised his head against the thick black wind. Davy was pressed firmly to the wall as the wind was seemingly blowing in all the directions at once.

- Babe! – Mike shouted, afraid that the wind would carry his words away. Davy winced as his head hit the wall again – Mike could see that a gust of blackness threw the call at Davy's face.

- Don't yell, – Davy said weakly and Mike felt the vibration of his words against his cheeks. God, how his shout must hit the little one!

- Davy, hold on, - Mike said, trying not to break into a shout. – Don't move, please. I'll reach you myself, and when I say – catch my hand. Hear me? Don't move if you don't wanna be hit on the wall again.

Davy nodded, his eyes shut and face frowned as the wind was hitting him badly. Mike started walking slowly towards Davy, protecting his face with his arms and risking his balance with every single step. He somehow managed to approach, very slowly, but he was moving where he wanted. Davy stopped fighting the wind at all and the black power was playing like a tide with his unmoving body, curled so it couldn't be damaged too seriously. Mike didn't know if Davy could see him.

But the same moment when he seemed to approach the little one enough, when he thought that he only needed one step to reach him, Davy suddenly rushed to him – and was thrown away by a fierce windflaw. He gasped as his little body hit the wall and then a wave of the wind he raised hit him in the face a few times. He couldn't even raise his hands for protection. As the distance between them decreased the wind grew stronger as if being pressed by Mike's body. But Mike noticed that a wind was so thick between them it was visible, what's more it formed something like a lens so Davy seemed closer than he was in fact.

- Baby, - Mike called with effort. – Don't move, just please. That wind makes me seem closer, it's like a lens. I don't want you to get hurt. Grasp my hand only when you feel my touch. Hear me?

- Ye…es, - Davy managed through the wind – and turned his face away.

Mike looked straight at the little one and stretched his arm out as far as he could. The last steps, the hardest steps – he had to make them. And at the very moment when he thought he wouldn't ever reach Davy, his fingers suddenly touched soft fabric – and the next second a hand grasped his fingers, that little strong wiry hand… Mike didn't know where he suddenly got power. His both hands reached to hold Davy, Mike managed to press him close, feeling Davy's heart beat against his own ribs once again; and as he found them both in the strong current of wind towards the wall, he turned so then only his back would hit it, not Davy's, and shut his eyes…

A/N: And again some lyrics in French. Here's the translation.

C'était au temps où Bruxelles rêvait etc. - It was in the time when Brussels dreamt, it was in the time of silent cinema, it was in the time when Brussels sang, it was in the time when Brussels Brusselled!
Something like this.