Daniel sat up in bed, attempting to fix his messy, brown hair. He looked over to the alarm clock on the nightstand to his left. 3:35 am. He sighed, and quietly left the room, careful to not disturb Bianca, who was still sleeping. He made his way down his short hallway to the living room, where he found Michael Gould crashed on the couch. Michael had no one else to go after Mike and Mike's closed down. That small building did double as his home. Once they heard of the news, Bianca and Daniel instantly offered him their living room couch. What else would friends of 30+ years do? Daniel sighed, and walked out to the porch, trying to gather his thoughts. Michael's best friend and partner, Mike Fitzgerald (who eventually revealed himself as Michael Afton), had been missing for two years at this point. Michael took the loss the hardest. He became very isolated, and hardly talked to anyone anymore, not even his parents. In the two years since, there has been zero leads on where Mike, or his father for that matter, had gone off to. Some believe Mike was murdered, and his body hidden away in the pizzeria he went missing, and where they found his blood at. Others think he is being held hostage by William, doing who knows what. Some believe Mike went back into hiding, and will never turn up. Daniel sighed. He wasn't the closest to Mike, but was still his friend nonetheless. He's worried about him, and about Michael. The two were closer than even Daniel and Bianca, or Charlie and Francis. So when Mike disappeared, so did a part of Michael. Daniel couldn't bear to see a friend in so much pain...without any hope at all, but there was nothing he could do. What could he do? "What if we died that night?" he thought to himself. "Would things be better? Worse? Would Mike be in the same situation he is now? How different would things be? How would they change? Would it suddenly change in the middle of-" Daniel jolted forward when he heard the door open behind him. He spun around, and saw Bianca standing in the doorway. She was wearing a simple purple t-shirt and shorts, along with purple bunny slippers. "Did I wake you?" Daniel asked, nervously.

"I've been awake for a half hour before you," Bianca replied. "Bad dream?"

Daniel nodded, "You?" "Yeah..." Bianca sat next to Daniel. He scooted over slightly, getting his hands slightly dirty. He rubbed them off on his black shirt before resting them on his legs, getting some of the soot on his pajama pants. "Is he actually asleep?" Daniel asked, gesturing towards Michael. "Seems like it," Bianca replied, sighing. "He really needs it to...doesn't seem like he's gotten a good night's rest since..." An awkward silence fell between the two. No one from the group has really talked about Mike's disappearance since it happened. It was always...really painful to do so. "I can't imagine what's going through his head," Bianca spoke after an awkward minute of nothingness. "Loosing one of your closest friends...right after seeing another die right in front of you...it must be..." "...one of the most damning things ever..." Daniel replied. "Do you...ever think of what would have happened if we died that night? What would have happened to us? Or Mike? Or..." "Never," Bianca replied. "As...tough as things have been...I am still glad that we lived to see another day. That we didn't end up in a rotten pizzeria forever." "Heh, yeah. Could you imagine having to spend years in that dump?" Daniel asked. "Who knows how we would have changed..." "In terms of development, or?"