Two years. Closer to two and a half at this point, maybe even three. Without a ticket, it was hard for Micky to even remember how long he had been there. Sometime after Davy but a little bit before Peter boarded…but what does time even matter now? Now that they were half-dead.

Micky sighed, losing himself in his own mind before he felt a hand tap his shoulder.

"Dolenz?" The quiet voice asked. Micky's eyes opened and he blinked a few times, noticing who was above him.

"Hi, Tommy," he said, looking around, surprised to see that they were alone in the dark. A feeling of fear came over him as he frantically searched around. He thought he was truly gone, rather than just on the train, and that terrified him. In the height of his fear Tommy spoke up again.

"Relax," he said calmly. "They're okay."

"Where are my friends?"

"Right in front of you," Tommy said, approaching him. "You just can't see them at the moment."

"Look," he continued. "I know you're close with them, I know you care about them and they care about you which is why I wanted to do this in private. To save you from having them know."

Micky frowned, still not quite understanding what was being said. Tommy sighed.

"I know you haven't told them why you're here, and I'm not going to be the one to tell them. Which is why we're here."

"I-is there something wrong?" He asked, his voice coming out more like a nervous squeak than anything else. Tommy smiled.

"I just need your pass, that's all."

That's all? He almost didn't believe it. Still with a worried frown, Micky pulled the sheet of paper from his pocket, handing it to Tommy.

"I don't have the whole document," he said honestly. "Like the rules and stuff."

"That's alright," he said, examining it. "That stuff is simply information. It's not anything you need to carry around with you."

"Well, that's a relief," Micky said with a nervous smile as he watched Tommy pull out his pocket watch and a pen, writing down information on a new pass.

"Here," he said, after a minute. "These are for you."

He handed Micky two things, both of them he was already too familiar with. The first, was a new pass that allowed him on the train. And the second was a printed document that had all the rules of the train. Micky didn't even look too far into it when a smile grew on his face. Just like he expected, he didn't even have to look all that hard to find it. The infamous, rule #9 was highlighted. Micky had read through the rules several time, but rule #9 was something he'd never be able to wrap his head around. It was frightening and awful at first, but now it was just funny how twisted that rule seemed.

He let out a sigh as he looked through his new pass. "May 1st" was written as the date. Micky frowned at it, almost certain that Mike had said it was February. And Mike had only been on the train for at most a week. No way could it have already been May. He shrugged it off as he looked at it more.

"Five years?" He asked Tommy, who nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "But five years is as much as we're allowed to give you on these passes."

Micky frowned, taking a step back.

"Have I been here for five years?!"

Tommy smiled slightly as he shook his head.

"No, you haven't."

Micky looked at him, still confused. Tommy let out a sigh before he spoke again.

"1960 was the first time you came onto the train. You were fifteen years old, remember that?"

Micky frowned, trying to think back to it but finding it hard to.

"I don't know…"

"You don't remember," Tommy corrected. "That's because you got off."

Micky was about to speak, wanting to respond to the comment before Tommy interrupted him, continuing.

"5 years ago, you tried to board but weren't allowed on."

"Rule #9," Micky asked sadly. "Right?"

Tommy nodded and a smile grew on Micky's face.

"I knew it…" he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

"I signed your pass," Tommy said. "You don't get a new pass if you come back before those 5 years are over."

"Oh…" Micky said quietly.

"Yeah," Tommy nodded. "If I had a choice, I'd sign these passes for life, but 5 years is all we're allowed to give you. And since it's been 5 years since your first visit, I thought I might as well give you another."

Micky didn't know what to feel but he nodded and put on a smile.

"Thank you," he whispered under his breath. Tommy nodded and started to make his way out of the car, stopping in his tracks and turning around, remembering something.

"I've requested that rule #9 be removed," he explained. "You'd be amazed how many special passes I've had to sign of people like you getting screwed over by that rule in particular."

Micky couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, thank you."

Tommy nodded again, returning on his path out the car door.

"Hey, Micky?" A new voice asked as light filled Micky's world. He blinked a few times as his blurry vision slowly became clear again.

"Hey, he's coming back," he heard another voice say beside him. This time, he was able to distinguish who it was.

"P…P…Peter…?" He stammered, now seeing the blonde smiling down at him.

"Hi, Micky."

Micky hummed and rubbed his eyes, finding himself laying in Mike's arms.

"H-hello, there," he said with a smile as he tried to sit up, still slightly disoriented as he woke up. "What happened?"

"I don't know," Mike said, helping him up. "You just blacked out."

"H-how long was I…?" Micky frowned. Mike shrugged.

"No clue," he admitted. "It was quite a while though."

Micky was able to make it to his feet with the help of Peter and Mike at each side. He looked over and saw Davy curled up in a ball in his seat, sound asleep.

"Is he okay?"

Mike and Peter looked over their shoulders to see Davy.

"He's in pain," Peter explained, a hint of sadness in his tone.

Still? Micky almost asked, the question almost coming out, but refraining himself.

"Poor kid…" Mike said with a slight sigh, looking down.

"He's still so sick, even on the train," Micky said, not even realizing home had said that out loud. "He's still suffering so much…"

Mike frowned, having his own doubts and thoughts before, but never thinking anything of them. Now, his doubts and worries were confirmed as he looked back over at Davy. He frowned, keeping his focus on Davy the whole time, thoughts and worries running wild. Slowly, Micky made his way to the table, slightly embarrassed when he noticed the documents that were on it. It was his pass and the rules, #9 highlighted and on full display. Peter had gone over to him, eyes widening once he read it over Micky's shoulder.

"Rule #9: No one who has committed suicide or other acts of self harm with the knowledge or intent of boarding the train shall be permitted on without special permission."