Michael was relieved when Micky fell asleep before he could ask any questions. He kissed Micky on the forehead and tucked him in. Then he crawled out of bed as slowly and as quietly as possible.

He hurried to the phone, where he'd kept Davy waiting on the other end of the line.

"I'm sorry Davy, he had a nightmare."

"I can imagine," Davy muttered, solemn after learning about what had happened to his employee, "how can I help?"

"I need you to come over here 'n' watch him in case he wakes up before I'm back. I don't want him to...to...try anythin'."

"I understand," Davy murmured. "But, Michael...what exactly do you plan on doing?"

Michael hesitated at Davy's question. Was he really going to go through with it?

...Yes. Yes he was. He'd probably be going easy on the bastard. The son-of-a-bitch deserved to die after what he'd done to Micky.

"Michael? Are you there?"

"I'm going to make him pay."

Then he hung up.