GOOD calculation means bad.

Mayday woke up for a sudden, for having a bad dream about what was just he conclude about the situation.

Why did I say that thing in such?, he thought as he looked around to see everyone in the garage—Dusty, Rusty, Chug, and Maru—still fell asleep, that make my day goes badly.

After saying the words abruptly, everyone was shocked like there was something would pick their soul at that time. It felt terrible as pretending the good calculation of someone behind this all would affected bad situation for them.

"How could you say that thing?" asked Dusty.

"I . . . don't know," said Mayday, feeling unsure. "It was just spoken abruptly in my mind."

"But if that so . . . ." Dottie said, her face was paled.

"That will be extremely terrible!" Chug continued, started to shout his tears in fearness, "Oh no! We'll gonna die soon!"

"Shut up you idiot truck!" Maru cried.

Chug still cried as he frustrated by this chase. Nothing in his life worst, but since Dusty's abduction he felt unsafe. Now, because of the slogan he heard from Mayday, he felt he had to wait when he would completely . . . .

"Aw, Mr. Chug," Rusty came over to side of Chug, warming him. "Everything will be alright. I promise."

Chug felt warm as he was accompanied by Rusty. "Will you?"

"Yeah. Sometimes bad thing will affect good in the end."

"I hope so."

"So . . . you think that this is something like a game of opportunity?" James asked.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Mayday asked back. "I-I was just remembered about your words—good means bad."

"Yeah, I said that, but I don't said about the calculation—of opportunity. Because, the value of opportunity is one in infinity chance. You can said permutation, combination, or anything else, if we try to calculate while the value is every situation is this world, even only a second, it will counted as zero—none. It is impossible to pick a good calculation in zero chance."

"Um, why do you tell me that? It's just unexpectedly and I'm too old to think about the opportunity or what else that connected to it."

"Ah, I'm really sorry. That's my habit. But I will pick your words—good calculation (from him) is bad situation (for us)—as possible thing to do if the arsonist want to play as if it's a God."

"God? You mean he is a God?"

"There were some chase about the arsonist that tried to be a God, Mayday. They thought they could do everything as they was something like what God do. And they even make some followers as their belief was really reacted, so they were easily influenced their mindset. For the traitor, they will be killed as they changed their religion means bad things for the 'God' for keep the information is unknown by government."

"Well that's creepy enough."

"And if this one like as same as what I think about playing with the opportunities, the arsonist think it is God that was just have a big luck."

"Wow . . . that's . . . strange. And . . . creepy," said Dusty.

"Alright, I think tonight we'll stay in here as I want to check every clue in here. So you guys can go around while I and my partner is checking this crime scene."

Everyone were separated away after having determined about the garage they would stay and sleep. Dottie would stay at Dipper's garage and the others stayed at Maru's garage.

Mayday was still remind of the word he said. Like there was something special about that word. The slogan. But, it's just several words, right?, he asked himself. But time passed by, he was still thought by that. Like it was started to fill his old brain.

Until now, he was awaken by the words that echoed from his dream. He looked at the clock on the wall. It showed 1.13.

I feel araid if I go to sleep again, he thought. The words driving me crazy!

"Arrgh!" he muttered while his eyebrows met each other. He actually wanted to scream and cried out loud, yet there were peoples who was sleeping around. Unrealize his condition, he felt the tears went away from the eyes to his cheek. Slowly, he started sobbing.

I'm scared!

He thought when time went by, everything would be okay. Nevertheless, after the tragedy of Dusty's abduction made his day uncomfortable. Everything was naturally hazardous and risky.

Wheter he was too old to survive among this tragedy.

He was too weak to fight.

He was too . . . .

Useless . . . .

Suddenly, someone stood right of him. It was Rusty.

"Mr. Mayday, you don't feel so good," he worried.

"I'm just, um, find a good spot to breathe."

"No, you're sobbing. I hear that. I even heard your shocked after had been waken from the bad dream—the sound was really clear. But I pretended to sleep as I thought you would sleep again."

His mouth had no words. He knew Rusty was very sensitive about everybody's feeling. Then, he could be the heart warmer after Dusty.

Mayday sighed for a second, calming himself down. "I'm scared, Kid. I never pretend this would happened to me. I'm old and I should take a rest or being normal firefighter like usual. But this chase—it's like—trying to kill me slowly. And I was almost dead this time. I'm frozen."

"Mr. Mayday, don't make yourself unsafe. We're here also afraid because of this chase. Maybe everyone think I'm the one who doesn't feel bad so I can calm everyone down. In other side, I am really scared. Scarier than you thought. After Blade was kidnapped, everyone was panicked and almost crazy. I also wanted to join them—being crazy and cried overloud—but I was reminded by Mr. Blade said to me, 'As a leader, you must make everyone strong in every situation, by make yourself strong first.' So I must make myself strong then everyone will be stronger.

"But this night, I also dreamed that everything I loved burnt into ash, include my dad, Mr. Dusty, Mr. Blade, and also you." Rusty started to cry. "I thought I could save them by reaching them one by one, but everyone was burnt quickly like I was never to able to save everybody. Then I screamed then crying. One thing I saw at last is myself also burnt. It felt so hot and I couldn't run. After screaming out loud, it woke me up. Then, I heard your scream, Mr. Mayday."

"It was kind of luck."

"I dunno, but I'm just happy someone hear me."

"I will always hear you, Kid. Don't worry."

"Thanks Mr. Mayday."

"But, why did you cry at me when I had just come in?"

"That because you're the only one who can warm me, and crying in your side makes my heard calm down and stronger. You ever heard about crying doesn't mean you're weak, right?"

"Yeah. And you never changed, Kid."

"Yeah, I need parent, you know."

Mayday felt pity as Rusty's dad, Ripslinger, couldn't accompany him any longer, and his mother was die. So, he need parents. Then when Mayday came a visit when he met Rusty at the first time, he asked about Rusty deeper by Blade. Knowing that Rusty was parentless, Mayday decided to take care of Rusty as his new adoptive father.

Despite going in indirectly connection, they felt always connected by radio, talking about how they did do. Sometime about Rusty's training progress, about his life, about his friendship between Rusty and the other, and another else. Some moments, Mayday visited Rusty when he took a rest and had some chit-chat time longer than when they were in radio call.

"Then what will you do now?"

"I will sleep after drink a can of oil."

"Sounds good. But I don't know if I can't sleep because I'm still afraid about the dream."

"They said that full-filled body won't make dream bad."

"Okay, then. I'm in."

Going outside, Rusty took two cans of oils, giving the one to Mayday, drinking it together. While drinking, they saw the sky which spreaded a lot of stars which was flickering the midnight.

"You know Kid? The stars are awesome."

"Yeah. Even I'm always pretending that I could fly through the earth's atmosphere and reach those stars. Everything would be beautiful! And those flikering stars seems to send me a morse code of joyful."

"Ha ha ha, you can read their morse message?"

"No, I don't. It just my feeling."

"Nice one. Well, there are infinity stars out there and it can only shining the night. It makes the world is brighten as if there were no lamps that poluted the night sky."

"Yeah."

There was a silence while wind blew smoothly and softly. It seemed like to whisper that the world would be safe. Mayday heard that, so he was smiled.

"Anyway, Mr. Mayday. Thanks."

"For what?"

"Being my father." Rusty came closer to the right of Mayday. "I won't know what I would be if there was no one that really, really kind and care like you. I never feel empty as you always call me to your own heart. Your warm and sweet home, that is also shared for me."

"Aw, I will keep that in my heart, Kid. Thanks."

"Thanks back."

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It was dark. But it didn't make him scared.

It was really quite dark. But it didn't take him to the worries.

It was dark. But quite calm and peace.

He didn't know why he felt that. Dark and no lights should be usually scaring and shocking. But this place, this dimension, or whatever people would said, so mild and quiet.

Abruptly, he saw a small light that came closer to him.

"What are you?" he asked.

"I am the one that feel your emptiness, Mayday. You can call me Mem."[]

As for long time I didn't write, I miss this story. :' Yet time always pull me to my business as a student in Animation. But I will keep to write this as my mind is giving me the Idea for this. :3 Impatient to write this down (as if my business in campus isn't much).