Two walked onto the roof with MePhone. "MePhone? Are you okay?" Small sounds came from MePhone, before Two startled him. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," MePhone lied. He did it again. He lied. He just...can't stop. It makes life easier. No one has to know.

MePhone wiped his eyes as Two sat down next to him. "You're not okay, buddy," Two said, putting his legs over the edge of the roof. MePhone held back his tears. "R-really, Two. I'm fine."

"No one's fine who just snapped at a bunch of failed debuters," Two said.

MePhone sighed. "I'm sorry, Two," he said. "I just...I can't..." Two stayed silent while MePhone waited for the words to come. "I haven't slept in three days," MePhone finally said. "I...I can't...I don't want to. I...I..I-I keep having nightmares, and I-I don't want them!" MePhone put his hands on his head again and closed his eyes. "They...they w-won't leave!"

"Hey, hey, calm down, buddy!" Two warned. "Take a deep breath."

Two breathed in, then breathed out. He did it again. MePhone copied the third time, breathing in, then breathing out. They both did it once more before Two stopped. "Feeling a little better?"

MePhone just nodded. "Okay, do you want to tell me what happened?"

"I...I yelled at them, Two," MePhone said, stuttering. "I yelled at them. They were just trying to talk to me...and I...I yelled at them."

"Okay," Two said, showing MePhone the breath control again. MePhone copied him again. "I haven't slept in three days," MePhone said. "I...I can't. I have nightmares of...of...of...I just can't."

"You haven't slept?" Two asked, shocked. "Well, what usually helps you sleep?"

"My lights," MePhone said. "But, I...I...I can't...I can't make them anymore."

MePhone sat on the boat. It's a long, silent road. No sounds but the wind and the water. And sometimes the boat hitting a rock. MePhone curled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them. He reached under his chair and pulled out a light.

It's cold, dark, and scary being alone. Especially out in the ocean, with no idea where you're going, or where you want to go. Maybe he should have brought a map. Wait, he is a map.

MePhone pulled the light closer to him, and used his other hand to open MeMaps. He waited for the screen to load. It did, eventually, with the popup notification 'No Internet. Try again later.'

MePhone exited MeMaps and curled into himself more. His lights. They're his only option for comfort now.

The sun started going down. MePhone hugged his light. He pulled out one of them and put it in the air. It started floating away. "Wait, wait, no! Come back!" MePhone cried. MePhone hugged his light in his arms tighter. "Only two left," he muttered. He pulled the last one out from under his chair and let it go. It stayed inside the boat for a while until the boat picked up speed from the waves. That one also floated out. "No! No!" MePhone cried.

He whimpered and hugged his remaining light with his knees as well. "I'm not letting you go. I'm holding onto you. You're not going anywhere."

Eventually, MePhone started becoming seasick and lied down. His eyes became heavy, and though he tried to fight his slumber, he eventually did fall asleep.

"So that's what you were holding when I found you in that boat!" Two exclaimed.

"Y-yeah," MePhone replied. "It was my last light. And I...I can't make any more."

"You can't find the stuff to make it?" Two asked.

"No." MePhone looked down.

"I can find it for you!" Two suggested.

"No, wait, it's not that easy," MePhone said, putting his hands up. "You just...can't."

"Oh," Two said, disappointed.

"It's getting late," MePhone said. "I'll just get to bed."

"But, MePhone-"

"No, it's fine," MePhone said. He stood and walked away.

Two looked at his contestants, playing a game with a flashlight. MePhone needs a light. He can't sleep. And you can't go without sleep forever. It probably won't stop his nightmares, but it'll help him sleep better. What can he give him? It'd be strange to get him a flashlight, although that could work. No, he needs something more practical. He's been awake for three days and that's not healthy for anyone, not even a phone.

He needs something convenient, practical, and ball shaped. MePhone had little light orbs that either left or died, and he seemed comfortable with those. But where can he find a store that sells strangely specific items?

Two snapped. "That's it!"

Two knocked on MePhone's door a couple of hours later. By then, the sun had gone down completely and all of Two's contestants were in bed. All except Fanny, Donut, and Black Hole. Sometimes, they stayed up later talking to him, but Two didn't mind much. As long as they went to sleep.

"MePhone, buddy?" Two asked in a soft voice. "Can I come in?"

MePhone opened the door. His screen is no different, but instead, he looks nearly ready to pass out. "MePhone, did you take a nap at least?" Two asked.

"No," MePhone said.

"Oh, buddy," Two said. MePhone walked out of the way, and back onto his bed. Two walked in after, keeping one hand behind his back, and closed the door behind him, joining MePhone on his bed. "You ready for bed?" Two asked.

MePhone didn't reply. "I told you. I can't."

"I get it," Two replied. "That's why I got you this." Two held out both his hands to reveal a ball. It's gray. MePhone stared at it, then looked up at Two. "What is that?"

"Don't worry, it's not your light ball," Two said in a panicked tone. "That was, uh, bad timing. It's a night light."

Two tapped the ball, and it turned on. "It came with this controller. I guess it's so you can change the color if you want. I kinda like it white."

Two handed MePhone the controller. MePhone stared at it, then pushed a purple button. The light ball turned purple. MePhone scanned the controller, and pushed blue. It turned a dark blue. MePhone pushed a button with the plus sign on it. Then he pushed white.

The ball turned a bright, light blue, the same color as his other lights. A tear formed in MePhone's left eye. "It's...perfect," he said, putting the controller on his bed and taking the ball from two. It's a little larger than his other ones, but...it'll do. It's the same color, and it's only an inch and a half bigger. It's not that much different. "Thank you, Two."

Two smiled. "Anytime, buddy! I tried to get it round shaped since you seemed to like that."

"Yes, thank you," MePhone said, smiling for the first time in three days. Two smiled back. "No problem!"

Author's Note

Thank goodness for Yellow Face's weirdly specific shop.