Trigger Warnings: mentions of fatalities and stabbing.

Roman's P.O.V.
After what seemed like weeks of waiting quietly, I heard a loud sniffle. I turned and saw Thomas, a tear rolling down his cheek. Owen gasped.

"He's crying!" he exclaimed. "Patton's alive! Patton's alive!" Logan, who had his knees to his chest and his face hidden, looked up, his face stained with the dried up trails from his tears. Logan moved to sit in front of Thomas, seeing the tears in his eyes and the sorrowful expression on his face. Then, he did something that no one expected him to ever do: he jumped at Thomas and pulled him into a tight hug.

Very quickly Owen was hugging them as well, then Milly, then me. It's the strangest thing, celebrating tears after the deaths of your boyfriend and best friend, but at the moment I couldn't have cared less about the strange nature of our actions. The only thing I cared about was that Virgil and Patton were alive.

Logan's P.O.V.
Patton, I thought, my dearest Patton is alive. As I've stated and proven many times before, I am not one to show or relish emotions. However, I have also stated and proven that I do still possess emotions. Had I even thought about it, I may have been a bit ashamed for embracing Thomas and my three fellow sides and for crying for nearly twenty consecutive minutes. But I didn't think about it, as my thoughts were occupied with nothing other than a strange mixture of sorrow and relief.

Owen's P.O.V.
Despite my being new to the Mind and being a Side, I could still distinctly sense the rush of emotions that surged throughout Thomas. I felt the sorrow of Virgil and Patton's deaths, the relief of them somehow being alive, the confusion over everything that had happened in the last thirty minutes or so.

Like all of us have said before at some point, it was a bit strange to celebrate Thomas crying after two members of our family had been stabbed to death. But in all honesty, everything was strange at the moment. Very quickly we all went from eating breakfast together and laughing to mourning together and crying.

Sometimes, when I'm alone with my thoughts, I can bring myself to laugh at the fact that I had only been alive for a few days and I'd already witnessed two deaths. It's a cruel thing to laugh at, but, with me being Naivety and all, sometimes I can find humor in things not humorous in the slightest.

Anyway, yes, the five of us sat quietly crying with tears of joy and sadness, all holding each other tight. Logan, despite the emotionless persona he tends to put up, was the most emotional of us all. He cried loudly into Thomas's shoulder, muttering inaudible words every couple of seconds. I'm not entirely sure how long we all sat huddled up together, but I do know that it was quite a while.

Thomas's P.O.V.
When everyone finally had stopped crying and we had all settled down, we got to talking.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"I made a promise," Logan said strongly. "To look for Patton and Virgil for as long as my heart beats. And that is what I will do."

"I swore on my life," Roman added. "That I would not rest until they were saved. I'm not giving up on my own sworn word."

"We must look for them," Milly said. "And we must start now."

Those words started our search. Roman, Logan, and I immediately left to go to Roman's kingdom to get his people to search the Imagination, the only part of the Mind we could possibly imagine Virgil and Patton to be. Owen and Milly went to the Enchanted Forest to get its inhabitants to search as well.

Milly's P.O.V.
Within an hour, we had civilians and guards from the Kingdom of Creativity and hundreds of creatures from the Enchanted Forest grouped up and searching the Imagination. The Imagination is not infinite, but to no surprise it is large. It took days, but with the help of nearly all its inhabitants, most of it had been searched.

Logan, Roman, Owen, me, Rossane, Lauren, Landon, Nicholas, a worker named Yolanda, and three guards named George, Penelope, and Linsey (Thomas did not search with us most of the time, as it was dangerous for him to be in his Mind for too long) were the members of the final group searching. On the fourth day of searching, we began searching the last part of the Imagination. None of us had ever seen it before; we didn't even know it existed.

It was a door. A black door with a grey knob and no lock. The twelve of us exchanged nervous glances. Slowly, Roman reached out to turn the knob. It didn't budge. He tried it again; nothing. He kicked at the door multiple times, but it looked more like he was being kicked by it than anything.

"What the..?" Roman said. "It's not even shaking." It's a bit of a funny sight, twelve people trying with all their strength to kick down a door that was surrounded by nothing more than a vast open field, no one succeeding in the slightest.

"I don't understand," George said, out of breath. "It's a door. There's no walls around it. The only thing supporting it is the frame, nothing else! How has it not even budged?" Lauren stepped forward.

"Watch out!" she warning, pulling out her sword and swing at the knob. Her sword stopped abruptly upon impact, even bouncing back up a bit.

"You're joking, right?" Lauren said.

"Let me try." Roman said, taking out his own sword and, instead of trying to take off the knob, jabbed at the middle of the door. The same thing happened for him as for Lauren.

"Alright, Microsoft Nerd, we need you on this one." Roman said. Logan rolled his eyes, but moved to examine the door.

"I'm sorry, Roman," he said. "But I cannot think of anything else you could possibly do to open this door. I'm not even sure how this is still standing."

"Have any of you people bothered to think that we are in the Imagination?!" Yolanda yelled, making George and Linsey jump. "Physics don't always apply in here, therefore, we're just wasting time and energy!"

"Come on, Yolly," Landon said. "We can't give up now."

"Yolly?" Nicholas asked. Yolanda's eyes widened and Landon froze up, both exchanging nervous glances.

"Just a.. nickname, that I just made up, just now.." Landon stammered.

"Son," Lauren said. "You excel at many things, but you're a terrible liar. We'll discuss this later. In the meantime, Rossane, what's behind this door?" Rossane stepped forward, putting her hand to the door and closing her eyes.

"This is door a to another section of the Mind." she said. "A dark place, ruled by a dark unnamed entity."

"How are you able to tell all of this from a glimpse in the future?" Rossane smiled.

"I can see more and more every time." She took her hand off the door and looked at Logan and Roman. "Patton and Virgil are inside."

~time skip~

People gain a lot of strength—physically, mentally, and emotionally—when someone they love is in danger. Sometimes it leads a mother to lift a car off her child on her own, a man who cannot swim to save his girlfriend from drowning, or, in this particular situation, for two grown men to struggle with opening a door to save their boyfriends. Within an hour, the sun began to set, leaving us with no choice but to go home.

Logan's P.O.V.
When we left the Imagination, I went strait to my room. I didn't really want to talk to Owen, Milly, or Roman. If there was anyone I wanted to talk to, it was Patton.

He was right there, I thought, right behind that door. That unsupported and unmovable door. I paced back and forth across my room, thoughts racing through my mind. My pace steadily quickened, my fists clenching tighter with every step.

"It's a door." I said quietly to myself, still pacing. "How could we not open a damn door?!" Suddenly I felt a shooting pain in both my hands. I opened my eyes, which I didn't even realize were shut, and found myself looking at my wall, two holes punched into it under my fists. For a quick moment I thought back to the reading I saw from Rossane. I stared at my hands in shock, not believing I would do something like that. Slowly, I turned and slid down the wall, still staring with shock at my hands.

Roman's P.O.V.
Milly and Logan went to go do their own things after returning from the Imagination, while Owen and I fixed ourselves some leftovers.

"What's your favorite thing about Virgil?" he asked quietly after a long silence. I smiled sadly, thinking of all the things I loved about Virgil.

"I'm not sure." I said.

"Oh come on, there's gotta be at least one or two things that stand out to you about him. What is it? His smile, his laugh, the way he looks at you?" With my best effort, I tried to hold back a laugh.

"Alright, fine.. I guess my favorite thing about Virgil is his singing voice."

"Really?"

"Yeah, his singing voice." A short silence followed as we both smiled.

"What are you going to do when you find him?" Owen asked. My answer was quick and certain.

"Get him to safety, then I'll hold him and never let him go again." Owen giggled quietly, taking his leftovers to the table. Just as I was taking mine, I heard a loud slamming noise from upstairs. Sitting my things down on the table quickly, I rushed upstairs.

"Milly?" I called into the hallway. "Logan?" Milly's door creaked open, her head peaking out.

"Did you hear it too?" she asked. "It came from Logan's room." I nodded and jogged to Logan's room.

"Logan?" I called, knocking forcefully on the door. Milly stood behind me, and Owen appeared behind us. There was no response from Logan, worrying me a bit more.

"I'm coming in, Logan." I yelled, turning the handle and opening the door. In his room was and image almost completely identical to the one we saw in Rossane's reading: Logan, curled up on the floor, two holes punched in the wall above him. Milly, Owen, and I rushed over, kneeling down on the floor in front of him. Logan didn't flinch or move at all, and didn't even appear to have noticed our presences.

"Logan?" Owen said, reaching out to gently shake Logan's arm. He slowly lifted his head up to look at Owen, his face appearing emotionless.

"What's wrong?" Owen asked.

"What's wrong?" Logan repeated. "What's wrong? It's a door. And we couldn't open it. We were so close. They were both right behind that door."

"I know, Logan, I know." I said quietly. "But we can't give up now."

"You think I want to give up?" Logan questioned. "I'm not giving up on Virgil and Patton. Even if it means we spend the rest of our lives searching. And if you intend on ending this search, then I hope you understand that you will not be successful in persuading me to follow your lead."

"Don't worry, Logan," Milly said. "I'm not giving up either."

"Neither am I." Owen said. Everyone turned to me, expectant looks on their faces. Slowly, I stood up and extended my hand to Logan, which he hesitantly took as Owen and Milly stood.

"First thing tomorrow morning," I said, determination filling my voice. "We go to the Enchanted Forest."

Logan's P.O.V.
I had felt so hopeless, so incredibly lost in a sea of confusion and emotions. And yet, somehow, it all changed with that short conversation. Somehow, knowing that I would not be alone in the search gave me confidence that Virgil and Patton would be found, rescued, and safe in time.

Still, there was always that terrifying thought in the back of my mind that maybe, just maybe, all I had left was false hope.