"Wow," Scott said. "That was really clever of you to use the tactics from the old location. That must have been why Chica could follow me into the kitchen. I forgot they could use vents."

Vincent grinned, locking eyes with Scott. "All I knew was I had to protect you. You gave me the courage to live. Thank you, Scotty."

Scott blushed slightly, suddenly aware of how close Vincent was sitting to him, and pushed him away playfully. "Shouldn't it be me thanking you? You're the reason I'm alive today."

"No thanks are needed. I'd die over and over again for you, Scott."

Scott blushed a little darker and Vincent shot a look at Chris.

Vincent: 1. Chris: 0.

The next morning, Scott woke up to Chris smiling at him. "Morning, sleepy! I brought you breakfast in bed!"

Scott propped himself up on his elbows, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. "You... Did?"

Chris nodded, pointing to the tray beside his bed.

Scott smiled, "Thanks Chris!"

Chris grinned back, "No problemo, Scott. Anything for you."

He walked out of the room, grinning smugly when he saw Vincent in the hallway. "See this right here? Perfect boyfriend material."

Vincent: 1. Chris: 1.

Scott hopped out of bed in his flannel pyjamas, yawning, and headed downstairs with the empty tray.  The radio was on in the kitchen, playing the news. Scott placed the tray down and went to adjust the station.

"Don't."

Scott jumped, spinning around to see Vincent leaning on the kitchen counter behind him. He looked serious.

"What is it?" Scott asked.

"Listen."

"...a call at 10:17pm last night, police are currently hunting down a lead of murderer Scott Cawthon's whereabouts. Scott Cawthon, accused murderer of..."

The radio continued to recite Scott's charges, but he was no longer listening. A panic was rising in him, and he found he had to lean on the sink to stop from his knees collapsing.

"We're going to need a new place to live. Scott, you know who called, don't you?" Vincent's voice was low, with non of its usual joviality.

Scott nodded. "Daniel."

"What up, guys?" Daniel, as if on cue, walked in, looking even lazier than usual, if that was possible.

Scott stared blankly at him.

Daniel paused. "U-uh... What's wrong...?" His eyes flitted nervously around the room.

Scott opened his mouth to snap at him, but Vincent took over. "Sorry, Dan. I think Scott's off with the birds this morning." He flashed a charming smile.

"Oh, I get it. Yeah, he's pretty dopey," Daniel chuckled. "Alrigh', well, I'm going out. See yah, folks."  He walked out of the room.

"What was that for?" Scott hissed.

"He can't know we suspect him," Vincent said quietly. "Otherwise he'll just follow us around, and keep giving tips to police. Go pack your stuff, and don't tell Chris what you're doing. We're getting out of here."