*Sorry about the delay, I've been busy. I wanted to post this before I go to prom tonight so here's the next installment, happy reading!*

[I can't believe Morality kicked me out of the hospital room. He used his scary voice too. I wonder what was so important for him to tell Prince in my absence. I've noticed that Morality doesn't like to do things without me or against me. Thomas had to trick Morality into doing a video with him that involved us arguing too much inside his head. I wonder why he likes me so much. That may be something I should study in the future.]

I was walking through the mindspace, ignoring the cameras that the news vans were trying to get into my face for an interview. When I did accidentally glance in their direction, malicious grins were painted on their faces and all I could do was glare over at them. They seemed to only slightly shrink under my gaze. That was fine with me, as long as they didn't try to pull another little stunt.

It seemed to take a long time for me to get to the common building. When I got there, the kids were all snuggled up in the main room on the couch. Morality's children were present as long as Misleading Compliment, Pranks; along with Thomas's imagination, a kid named Fantazie. He changes his appearance often, but tends to look similar to the rest of us.

"He's not awake." the one girl within the mindspace spoke up softly. I still don't know her name, I suppose it's alright since the others don't really know her name either. I think only her Dad knows.

"I can see that. How's he doing?" I asked in my normal monotone, questioning the answer she would supply me with.

"He's rather emotional right now, but he won't tell us what happened without one of the key emotions in attendance." the girl spoke softly, her voice soft and delicate, a contrast to almost everyone else up in the mindspace.

"Should we wake him?" Misleading Compliment yawned, it was way past his bedtime after all.

"Probably. He'll be getting more sleep in the near future without Anxiety here, not that that'll be a good thing." I murmured to myself. Misleading Compliment had a frown on his face as he snuggled up back into Pranks side. I pulled the girl into Thomas's human world and started to speak to him.

"Thomas. Thomas!" I called our host, trying to get him to awaken from his slumber.

"Huh, what's going on? What's she doing here?" Thomas questioned at the sight of a personality that didn't normally make visible appearances.

"I want to be a part of this too." the girl answered, managing to sound both soft and delicate along with determined.

"It's fine. What happened today Thomas?" I questioned, figuring I should just get on with it and not waste my time on pleasantries or any such nonsense.

"Well, you guys were all out doing other things and Anxiety was watching me. We started out in here; er, my world. Then I made him take me to the mindspace cause I wanted to see where you guys live and stuff. So he took me through and we toured around the city for a bit until Prince almost caught us outside this ice-cream shop. Then we made our way to the common building. As I was crossing the street a news van just comes out of the middle of nowhere and it's headed right for me. So Anxiety pushes me out of the way and as he's getting hit, he sends me back here. That's all I know." Thomas spoke it all in rapid succession and I turned to the side to think about what he had just revealed to me.

[I could tell he was holding out some details of their trip around the mindspace but I'm guessing that was more personal, so I don't comment on it. Instead I think for several minutes, my mind flipping between several emotions. Which is still more than I normally experience... Anger was the first I experienced. Why the hell would Anxiety take Thomas into the mindspace? That's dangerous and reckless. If anything happened to Thomas in here, we don't know what would happen to Thomas in his own world. Then came the guilt. Something did happen while they were in here. It just didn't directly happen to who I would have thought it would happen to. Given Anxiety's luck, I'm surprised they both hadn't suffered serious physical injuries. Fear. What would happen to our host if Anxiety doesn't recover? What if we never get to reassure him that he means something to us? He was always worried about how we felt about him. What if the doctors are wrong and his body gives up on him? What if Prince never gets the chance to admit his feelings?

Did I really just think that? I mean I know it's obvious to the rest of us, but those two have yet to admit it to themselves and sometimes that can be the hardest part of entering that kind of a relationship. Rejection is our worst enemy.

I suddenly realized that Thomas was staring at me. His eyes were wide and he looked worried. What were we just talking about? I racked my brain for the answer, finally concluding that he was just waiting for my response regarding his story.]

"I'm not pleased that Anxiety took you into the mindspace, however given recent circumstances I'm willing to forgo that for the moment." He looked relieved for a moment before he decided to question me.

"Forgo? What kind of a word is that?" I pushed my glasses up my nose slightly, planning to answer as soon as his rant had ceased. "And what do you mean recent events? How's Anxiety? Is he gonna be okay?"

"Forgo means to overlook or pass by. Before the year 950 it originated in different form from Middle English and Old English. Regarding Anxiety, things are a little confusing. Obviously he has sustained injuries from the crash but the doctors say that his body should be recovered in about a week. This being said, his mind may need more time and we aren't really sure what's going on in there. In human terms it has been explained that he is in a coma. But in our world it's actually called a trance because he's conscious in our shared brain." I filled him in slightly, trying slightly to sugarcoat my words. But judging by the look on the girl's face, I didn't do a very good job.

"Okay... I'm not even gonna try to understand all of what you just said. Just keep tabs on him alright and make sure that I know if anything.... if anything.... changes." Thomas stuttered as he turned to look out the window.

"Will do." I responded before turning to the girl, "I trust that you'll watch and take good care of him. Now if you'll please excuse me, I should probably go back to the hospital to see if there has been any type of change in Anxiety's diagnostics."

"Wait." I paused in my movements towards sinking back down into the mindspace and looked at her in slight annoyance. I had to see how he was, if he had gotten worse or better.

"What?"

"Take this with you. It has papers and pens and other things in it for you. You can record any changes in Ani." the girl handed me a satchel that I put on happily before I continued moving down into the mindspace. My thank you echoed through the room as I exited, leaving the girl and the children alone to watchover Thomas's well being. As I walked I couldn't help but let my mind wander.

[I couldn't believe all that had happened in such a short amount of time. I was filled with all kinds of emotions. Emotions that I didn't normally experience or acknowledge. For once, I decided to let my emotions take control of my mind. My inner-logic groaned in annoyance, while the other emotions partied in ecstasy and confusion.

Inner-anxiety was curled up in a corner, napping. Inner-morality was just smiling and clapping his hands in happiness. He looked so cute. I know I'm adorable! No, that's not what I meant. He's just so... him, that it makes him appear rather appealing to me. You know you just basically admitted that you have feelings for him right? No, I didn't. I just stated that I find him appealing, and oh goodness, I did, didn't I? Yep. Admit it, you like him.]

I had come into the hospital room and found that I was standing a few paces in front of Morality. He had a dopey grin on his face and had his eyes up towards mine. He was frozen for a minute, but I didn't mind. It gave me time to evaluate his body and how freakin adorable he is. Finally I broke the silence.

"Any progress?" This seemed to break him out of his thoughts and his smile instantly grew wider, a hard feet seeing as how big it already was. I realized that I was messing with the strap on the satchel I had received from his daughter in an almost nervous motion.

"Not really. Prince is asleep. After you left we just talked for a bit and then I guess we both must have dozed off for a bit. How's Thomas doing?" I paused, trying to decide how bad Thomas really was. I knew his communication would soon decline without Anxiety there watching over him and how he spoke to each of us. Morality seemed to take my pause for nervous and I soon spoke to try to clear some things up for the mindspace's fatherly figure.

"He's... Thomas. He's okay I suppose, but he's worried. It's weird to see him. Without the real Anxiety, he can't express his worry as clearly as he normally would be able to." I trailed off, trying to decide if I had phrased it in a good enough way for Morality to gain some insight and understand the current situation. My voice felt soft as I spoke. "I told him to not leave the house and only open the door for the pizza man, since he'll probably be ordering pizza to deal with his unsettled emotions shortly. I put your daughter in charge. What's her name anyway?" Morality paused for a slight moment, before he put on his cheesy scolding voice.

"Oh my goodness. Have they still not introduced themselves yet?" His fake annoyance settled in the air and I decided to change the subject before things got anymore awkward. Then they already were.

"Nevermind. I brought some stuff to document any changes in Anxiety's state of being." Morality seemed to sigh out in relief, I wondered why but didn't dwell too much on it at the present moment.

"Isn't that what the doctors are for?" Morality asked, in sudden confusion as he glanced over at the satchel that was still dangling around my waist.

"Technically speaking, yes. However, these notes are not for us. Thomas requested updates. These will be for his benefit." I spoke softly, yet my voice held no confidence in it. True, Thomas had wanted updates about everything, but these notes were more for myself. I wanted to make sure that we knew the instant anything happened to Anxiety and not in some lame doctors barely legible script.

"Okay. Speaking of Thomas. We'll all have to go back at some point. How are we gonna break that to Prince?" Morality asked, glancing over to the still unconscious royal.

"I have an idea." I dragged Morality out of the hospital and down the street into a building that had walls that seemed to be made of a material that was a cross between titanium and coal. Inside, seated behind a desk sat a little old lady with a wrinkled face and large rounded eyes peering through a brown pair of glasses. Her lips were formed into a thin line, but she still seemed to be smiling at us.

"Good afternoon, gentleman. What can I do you for?" the woman asked. Her name was Passion or Porchia and she helped Prince create all the things he'd ever need. She also created the dragon witch's when Prince needed to make a point concerning his bravery and gestures he would take concerning his own bravery. She didn't always look like she currently did. My guess was she wasn't in her normal form because Prince wasn't there. Normally she looked younger and more attractive, not that I was attracted to her.

"Hello Porchia. We need a way to get Prince to do his job. Do you happen to have any dragon witches in your inventory?" I asked. Morality gasped beside me and Porchia smiled behind the desk.

"As a matter of fact, I made one just the other day..." she trailed off and we smiled, ready to get Prince out of his funk for the time being.  

*Next chapter will be posted soon and will take place within the 2nd brain, so you can look forward to that. But in the meantime, happy reading!*