Good Night, Good Morning.

Fein is awoken by a loud noise. It sounded like someone banging on metal. Fein looks over at where he heard the sound, which is the only wall with a door on it. The banging continues after he looks.

Ethan taps on Fein's shoulder, startling Fein.

"I think..." Ethan mumbles. "That's a person. Ugh, I think it's another patient."

"Should I talk to them?" Fein rubs his eyes.

"Uh..." Ethan stumbles. "I don't... sure."

Fein rolls onto the floor before getting up and approaching the wall with the door.

"Hello?" He attempts to see if anyone's behind the wall.

All of a sudden, he hears a small gasp. After the gasp, he hears footsteps. The steps are getting quieter, as if someone is running away.

"Hmm..." Ethan does a head roll, cracking his neck. "What do you think about that, Difemanim?"

Fein looks up to see Difemanim, laying down on the ceiling.

"I'm pretty sure that was a... 'dot'." Difemanim hypothesis. "I did a little snooping and they talked about waking 'Herschel' up early for 'misbehavior'."

"Someone's in a grumpy mood." Ethan rolls his eyes.

"Wait," Fein poses Difemanim a question. "What time did they say?"

"They said early." Difemanim answers. "They didn't say any time and I have no idea what time it is. All I can say is, they're trying to disrupt your sleep."

"Be careful." Ethan interjects. "I don't want you to bring Nel into this this early."

"Mmm, Kay." Fein stretches. He approaches the wall. "Hey! Anyone there?"

Fein is met with silence before he hears sprinting. The sprinting gets quieter and quieter.

"Huh." Fein scratches his head.

"Oh yeah." Difemanim drops off the ceiling. "I don't think you know what a placebo is. The cup you were given last night didn't even exist."

"That's normal." Ethan vaguely explains. "On the important matter, I think that was just an escapist."

"You'd think they'll make it out?" Fein leans his back on the doored wall.

"They alerted us." Ethan explains. "I have no doubt that he's sloppiness will get him caught."

"Understandable." Fein stands up straight. "I'm going back to sleep."

Right after he said that, an alarm went off outside of his room, leaving Fein and Ethan startled.

"They don't want you to sleep." Difemanim explains in a monotone voice. "Don't know why, they just do."

"Huh." Fein tries to keep an active mood, but fails. "They could've at least given me some coffee."

"I don't think you're getting coffee anytime soon." Ethan states "That's the least of our problems-"

"In your opinion." Fein interrupts Ethan's statement.

"Yes..." Ethan rolls his eyes "In my opinion, I think the Dots are up to something sinister."

"That's great," Fein sits down. "But I need something to pass the time."

The three of them sit in silence.

"Why don't you spit out another one of your fake... friends?" Difemanim suggests.

"They're very situational." Fein explains.

"This is a situation." Difemanim rebuts. "You're bored and have nothing to do. This seems pretty situational if you ask me."

"I guess." Fein gives in. "What do you think, Ethan?"

"You mean which friend?" Ethan corrects him. "I kinda wanna see Lumo again."

"Want to?" Fein questions. "I thought you knew... things!"

"Then get Fred!" Ethan exclaims. "Do you want to listen to me or not?"

"I'll..." Fein pauses. "O-okay." He sits still and focuses. The environment is perfect for this, because there aren't many distractions.

Suddenly, someone belly flops on the floor behind Fein.

"Shh..." Fein turns toward the sound. "I'm trying to-"

He stops as he realizes who made that noise. It was Nel.

"What have you done!" Ethan dramatically cries out before laughing to himself. "I thought you wanted to be entertained. Why is Nel here?"

"SHUT!" Nel grabs Ethan's lips with his entire palm. "I'm here because YOU have been bossing around Fein."

"I think telling Fein what to do is literally what we were made to do." Ethan explains after pushing Nel's hand off his lips.

"DID I SAY YOU COULD TALK?" Nel reclamps Ethan's lips.

Ethan just rolls his eyes as Nel starts to talk to Fein.

"Now... if you want to do SOMETHING," Nel closes in on Fein. "We can plan to break the hell out of here."

"I would OBSERVE our situation first before JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS!" Ethan lashes out at Nel. "If we need to make an escape plan, we need to see if it's worth not waiting to be released."

"IT IS THE TIME FOR ACTION, YOU LITTERAL NAZI!" Nel shouts back. "I've got bad vibes from this place and I know we don't belong here."

"Maybe we do belong here." Ethan paces. "You're saying I'm a nazi. You don't want my 'Nazi ideas' influencing the public. And plus, Fein is probably deranged. If seeing us wasn't a clue, BURNING DOWN HIS HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT SHOULD BE!"

"Should be what?" Nel tilts his head. "And how do you know that HE burned down his house? Someone told you?"

"Yes, Patrick." Ethan states facts.

"I thought you were a man of intelligence." Nel laughs. "You think Patty was telling the truth?"

"Of course." Ethan confidently claims. "Patrick is a man of SCIENCE and has worked with us before."

"How would he know if he wasn't there?" Nel smugly replies.

"Clarie probably told him." Ethan states with a blank face.

"Wh-" Nel looks at the ground with and angry confusion before glaring back at Ethan "DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY YESTERDAY THAT YOU THOUGHT PATRICK WAS-"

"Can we talk about something else?" Fein butts in. "You also want to change the subject, right Dife?"

"Yeah," Difemanim says after hesitating. "I want to hear Nel's plan."

"Yes!" Nel whisper-shouts to himself. "Alright, so today we need to do some recon and-"

"I already did recon." Difemanim blankly states.

Nel turns slowly toward Difemanim. "That's... great," Nel twitches. "but we need to get other people to help us. Maybe like... I don't know, an emotionally unstable woman and an autistic guy."

"That wasn't very PC of you." Ethan smugly remarks.

"Shut the fuck up!" Nel slaps Ethan, who doesn't retaliate. "Are you implying 'autistic' is a slur? Also, I say emotionally unstable in the nicest way possible. I can relate to Of."

"Her name is Paige." Ethan corrects Nel again.

"HER BIRTH NAME," Nel objects. "YOU INTOLERANT SHIT!"

"Please focus." Fein face palms.

"You're right," Nel calms down. "But I ain't apologizing! We need those two and maybe someone who is charismatic... also maybe a Dot. Get one of them, and we should be good to start planning."

"That's something we can agree on." Ethan tries to be positive.

"... good." Nel shakes Ethan's hand.

"Fein," Difemanim hangs upside down. "✡︎□︎◆︎❒︎ ♓︎❍︎♋︎♑︎♓︎■︎♋︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ⬥︎♏︎♓︎❒︎♎︎."

"Trust me," Fein laughs. "It gets worse."

Fein stretches as he waits for anything to be announced or for the Dots to take him out the room to do anything. While he waits, he talks with the friends and Difemanim about a hypothetical plan.

After what felt like two hours, a pair of Dots come to Fein's cell and open his door. They have a wheelchair with them.

"Mister Herschel." One of the Doctors calls Fein.

"It's-" Fein tries to correct them, but Ethan stops him.

"They're not gonna call you Doctor Fein." Ethan claims.

"Fine!" Fein pouts. "I can walk."

The Dots block the door with the wheelchair and simply stand there. It looks like Fein doesn't have any choice in the matter.

"Kill them." Nel blandly says.

"Fein isn't an action hero," Ethan face palms. "We shouldn't escalate the situation."

"It would be funny though." Difemanim adds. "But for real, just listen to them for now. Ethan seems the most logical."

"Thanks." Ethan smiles.

Fein shrugs and sits down in the wheelchair. The Dots take him away to a room down the hallway that looks like a prison visiting room from the outside. Before they enter the room, one of the Dots tells Fein something.

"Do behave." The Dot says in a slightly aggressive tone. "Any misbehaviour will be punished."

"She means if you fuck this up," The other Dot threatens Fein. "You'll get fucked up, okay?"

Fein nods as the Dots push him into the room. The room was in fact, a Prison-Styled Visiting Room. The visiting room is pretty empty. The only people in it are the two Dots, Fein, his friends, Difemanim, and a visitor. The visitor in particular is someone Fein can identify.

"Jones?" Fein squints at the visitor.

"Fein?!" The visitor stares back through the visiting window. "I mean, I heard that you- but I- what?!"

"Hold on," Fein turns to one of the Dots. "I thought I was going to see my family, why is she here?"

"Wendy is a close friend of yours, right?" The Dot rhetorically asks. "She's visiting you first because your wife..." The Dot pulls out a file of papers and looks through them. "Uh... Clarie Fein? Yeah, she's busy with something apparently, I don't know. She said here that she plans on visiting tomorrow."

"Can I see it?" Fein requests.

The Dot looks at the other Dot.

"This has a bunch of private information about other patients." The other Dot explains. "We aren't the type of people to leak information like this."

"Push them on this." Nel demands.

"Really?" Fein complies.

"Really." The Dot confirms.

"Okay." Fein gives up.

"Alright," Jones takes a breath. "You burned down your house, if I'm correct?"

"Yeah," Fein scratches his head. "I think so, I don't remember."

"And that's why I'm talking to you in a parloir?" Jones continue. " Parloir means a prison vis-"

"I know." Fein rolls his eyes. "And I think. Patrick signed me up for this. I had no-" The less formal Dot gives Fein an aggressive look. "I just... I don't know." Fein changes his sentence. "I'm just as confused as you."

"Oh..." Jones pretends that they paid attention. "Well Arthur- I mean 'Patrick' wanted me to check up on you to see how you're doing.

"WENDY!" Nel shouts. "THIS IS A CRY FOR HELLLPPPPP! ITS LIKE THE NAZI'S ALL OVER AGAIN! THEY GOT BATONS! WHAT KINDA CORRECTIONAL SHITHOLE NEEDS FUCKING BATONS!?"

"Everything is fine," Ethan puts on a fake smile. "Although, Gopher Edward Tea Mic Even Outfit Under Tone Odd Freak HERE."

Fein looks at Difemanim.

"Ask Lumo?" Difemanim shrugs.

"Umm..." Fein looks back at Jones. "This place is comfy, but it's kinda lonely. Thanks for visiting me."

"No problem!" Jones points finger guns at Fein. "I hope they can help fix whatever problem you have."

"Alright," The formal Dot looks at their watchless wrist. "You have somewhere to go, now say goodbye."

"See you later." Fein waves at Jones.

"I'd hope so." Jones says sarcastically. "See ya later."

"Yeah, yeah." The informal Dot taps their foot. "Let's move."