Ghost let out a tiny groan as he lifted his head, looking around. The room was dim, eerily still. Glancing to his left, he looked at the clock. It was already noon. Looking to his other side, he was glad to see that Johnny was fast asleep. He tried to roll over to fully face him, frowning when he couldn't. He figured he must've still been asleep, having a fit of sleep paralysis or something of the like. Looking back to his feet, he noticed a man sitting at the foot of the bed. He knew it was Jimmy. Which Jimmy it was was the real question.

"... Jimmy?"

His brother turned slowly, revealing his wounds to still be very much present. His blood covered face was unnaturally calm. Despite this, his eyes gave it all away. They were filled with despair. After a minute he spoke.

"This is all my fault. I'm sorry." he whispered. Ghost let out a sigh of relief. This definitely wasn't Box Friend talking.

"It's ok. I know you didn't mean for this to happen."

Jimmy shook his head, swiftly turning the rest of the way. His eyes were ablaze with frustration and guilt.

"It's not ok, Gregory. I couldn't control myself, and now not only am I fucked, but you are too. I always drag you into my shit."

Ghost didn't know what to say. The killer wasn't wrong, but as his brother he felt obligated to comfort him.

"We'll find a way to fix this."

"How?"

"I don't know, but we will. Is it in there?" Ghost asked. Jimmy frowned.

"Who?"

"Box Friend."

"Oh. Yeah, it's here. You really messed it up though. I gotta say, I'm pretty impressed." his twin chuckled lightly. Ghost smiled.

"It was pissing me off, what can I say? ... anyways, why are you keeping me here?"

"It was the only way I could talk to you without hurting you again. I just wanted to let you know that I'm still in here."

Ghost nodded. That's when he noticed the creature in the corner. It was the box. Now in its "original" form, its cardboard was noticeably damaged. It was ripped, crumpled. A thick black goo could be seen leaking from the tears. For the first time in all of years of dealing with this entity, a pair of frighteningly humanoid eyes could be seen peering at him from behind the holes cut in its surface. They were dark, menacing. Even just looking at them made Ghost extremely uncomfortable.

"We'll figure something out, Jimmy. ... let me go now, please."

The killer disappeared without a word. Ghost let out a relieved sigh. Attempting to sit up, he was frustrated to find that he couldn't. He was unable to keep his true feelings from showing now.

"Ok, this has already gotten old. Let me go."

The room was dead silent. Turning to look at Johnny, he couldn't help but scream when he came face to face with the box and its terrible evil eyes. His breathing instantly began to grow labored. Ghost clamped his eyes shut, demanding to be let go. He was sure to keep his tone aggressive, as he didn't want this creature to think he was begging. Nothing he did seemed to be working. He began to panic, despite himself. He grew louder, trying his hardest to move. He felt trapped.

"Just fuck off already! Fuck off right now!" he yelled. Ghost screamed when he felt a hand on his shoulder. His eyes flew open. It was Johnny.

"Sir?! Sir, what's going on?!" his partner questioned. His voice was frantic, his eyes were huge with concern. Ghost stared at him, still fighting to regain control of his breathing. Glancing around, he found himself sitting up, the sheets gripped tight in his hands. He had scooted all the way to the edge of the bed. He didn't even realize he had moved. Johnny joined him in sitting up.

"I-... I don't-... jesus christ, Johnny. I hate that fucking box." Ghost panted, holding his face in his hands. The Brit placed a gentle hand on his back, rubbing it comfortingly.

"You're alright, darling. Just breathe."

Ghost nodded, doing just that. Once he had regained control of his lungs he looked to Johnny. The man already knew what he wanted and opened his arms. Ghost gladly accepted this and leaned in, cuddling into him. The warmth coming off of the Brit was calming.

"... I'm sorry I woke you up."

"It's fine."

"It's not. You look exhausted."

"Oh that's nothing new. You've always had a way of wearing me out." Johnny chuckled. Ghost smiled lightly.

"Uh huh. We're definitely gonna need to take a nap."

"Oh absolutely. ... but I should text Gavin sooner rather than later. He'll get upset if I don't."

Ghost sat back, allowing Johnny to grab his phone. The Brit texted quickly, receiving an unnaturally fast response. It was almost as though Gavin had been waiting to hear from them.

"What did he say?" Ghost asked.

"He's just said he's glad we're alive. I didn't tell him about your nightmare."

"That's probably good."

"Yeah. ... so did it say anything to you?"

"Box Friend? No. But Jimmy did."

"Our Jimmy?" Johnny questioned.

"Yeah. I promised him we would get this all figured out."

His partner nodded slowly.

"Do you have any idea how?"

"Not yet, but something tells me we have a lot of work to do." Ghost sighed. Johnny didn't seem surprised and said nothing, holding him quietly. His face was heavy. Ghost's heart hurt at the sight. He hated seeing the man like this. He just hoped they could figure out a solution soon, for everyone's sake.