Spencer was at a loss. He was frickin' scared, but he had to go back for his best friend. As soon as he turned to go back, he saw Enrique running toward him. "Spencer!" he yelled, trying to get Spencer's attention. He did, as Spencer ran towards him. They hugged each other, then looked at each other. "Bro, you alright?" Spencer said. "Did he get ya?"
"Nah, he locked me in a closet, but I lock picked myself out. All in all, not too much damage." Enrique replied. "Did he get you?" he asked nervously.
"He saw me dancing. I saw that look of horror on his face, so I stopped and ran." Spencer said. "Well, it looks like I won't be going to New York City anytime soon." Enrique gave him the 'I'm sorry' look.
"Bro, don't blame yourself for this. It's not your fault. It was William's fault. He screwed this all up." Spencer said, putting a hand on Enrique's shoulder.
"Come on, man. Please, please, please don't beat yourself up over this." Spencer said. Enrique looked into his eyes. Even though this was the worst of times, he still had that glimmer of hope mixed with life in his eyes. It was always there. Through the best and worst times. Especially when he performed.
Enrique smiled, and Spencer took his hand from Enrique's shoulder. Enrique saw that Spencer was still wearing his black hat. Enrique took it and put it on. "Come on. Let's go to Mic-home." Enrique said, correcting himself. He kept forgetting Michael's home was their home too. Spencer nodded, and they walked side by side home.