It was still late at night. An hour passed 3 in the morning and Bill couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see a picture of Ted committing suicide in every different way. Pills, drown, cutting the vein, hanged, shot, slitting the throat, drinking bleach, jumping off a building or even worse that Bill cannot bear. Killing his own excellent colleague in the blink of an eye. He couldn't handle his nightmares anymore. He got out of bed, shirtless, and stretched his arms up in the air. He looks back, seeing Ted still sound asleep. "At least he's not having any nightmares, " Bill said to himself as he walks out of the room quietly. He closed the door behind him silently and walks towards the stairs. Just as he was about to head downstairs, he noticed a door was opened in the corner of his eye. He followed the open door, peeked through and saw Marilyn sitting at the edge of the window, hugging her knees and looking out at the night sky. The blue moon shining towards her gave a most beautiful glow all around her, especially the room. Bill softly knocks on the door, making Marilyn turn to see him standing in the doorway. "Were you watching me the whole entire time?" she asked. Bill shook his head in response. She smiled and rub her eyes. She stood up as the bottom of the nightgown touched her knees. She looked at Bill and asked, "let me guess. Nightmare?" "Pretty much," said Bill with a shrug. "Every time I close my eyes, I see Ted committing suicide in different ways." Marilyn's eyes rose with a painful look on her face. "Dude. That's really heavy." Bill shrugged and sighed. "I really don't know what to do now. I mean, my excellent friend and my life-long colleague is severely depressed with anxiety." He walked towards the edge of the bed and sits down, covering his face with his hands as he looks down. Marilyn walks towards the bed and sits next to him. She really feels bad for Bill. She could feel his pain. Bill and Ted have been friends for so long. Heck, the anniversary of their friendship is coming up and he didn't even buy a gift for Ted. So much for hell and pain. Marilyn placed her hand on his shoulder and said, "well, to be honest Bill, it is best for you two to do something fun and forget all about this drama. Take him somewhere far away where you two will never look back." Bill uncovers his face and looks at Marilyn with an idea in his head. "You're right Marilyn. Maybe I can take him away from San Dimas and we can start a new excellent adventure. But where can we go? San Diego? Phoenix, Arizona? Idaho? New York? Santa Cruz?" "Wherever you and Ted can agree on," said Marilyn with a smile. Bill smiled and looks into her eyes and said, "thank you Marilyn. I really appreciate your help. I don't know what I would do without you." Marilyn placed her hand on his shoulder. "Anything to help you out dude." Bill appreciates her words and chuckles. Marilyn raised an eyebrow, "what's funny?" "Nothing. Just thought of something Ted told me two days ago," said Bill,  "Ted was telling me he had a dream about you and you were wearing a long dress at a dance." Marilyn began to chuckle and said, "dude. That's adorable, but I'm a lesbian." Bill immediately sat up and looks at Marilyn in shock. "Wait. You're a lesbian? No way. There's no way you are a lesbian. Are you really a full on lesbian?" asked Bill. "It is shocking but yes, I am a full on lesbo." Marilyn answered. Bill couldn't believe it.  "What will Ted say about this?" Marilyn shrugs. "Well," she spoke as she covers her yawn, "if you want, I'll tell him in the morning but right now, I'm actually tired and maybe you should sleep dude now that you know I'm into babes." Bill scoffed with a smirk and stood up as he walks out of her room. "By the way," said Marilyn, making Bill stop, "you should work out more often. I can see your abs." Bill looks at his stomach that reveals his abs and a 'V' shape as he chuckles and blushed. " I don't see why girls never fall in love with you because dude, you got one that's really good. Maybe you should give Ted the advice as well. Just work out a bit and stick to your band. It can help you score some babes," she teased Bill and winks at him. "Now go to sleep before I take my advice away." Bill laughed and said as he walks out of Marilyn's room, "goodnight lesbo." He heads back to the guest room where Ted is still asleep. He closed the door quietly and sneaks into the bed. As he looks up at the ceiling, he started to think about Marilyn said about running away. Maybe he and Ted should run away and start a new excellent adventure. But, what are they actually run away from? Won't the frame still be affecting their lives. Maybe they shouldn't run away. Maybe they should just stay home of San Dimas and fight instead of running from nothing. What's the point of running if the evil Bill and Ted will trace their tracks and try to kill them again? Death won't revive them since he is on vacation and he's in the Hell business and Bill knows he and Ted never, EVER, want to go back into Hell after their MOST heinous experience. Bill shrugs it off and heads back to sleep. Luckily, he does not have any more visions of his own colleague committing suicide. Now it is just a dream of Bill S. Preston Esquire and his band, Wyld Stallyns. 

       Morning have arrived through the skies of California as the morning sun shines through the window, making the room bright and waking up Ted Theodore Logan. Ted's eyes slowly open as he slowly sits up and stretch his arms. He twists his waist, making crack noises on both left and right side. He sighed and felt relieved after cracking his waist. "Dude," said Bill, making Ted jump in fear. He didn't know Bill was awake and heard the crack of the bones. "Dude. I thought you were asleep," said Ted as he looks over and saw Bill was asleep. Ted was furious and shakes it off. "You scared the shit out of me," he spoke softly as he got out of bed. He picks up his Van Halen white T-Shirt that was nicely folded on the chair and puts it on. He decided to leave the vest and walks out of the room. He rubs his eyes and runs his fingers through his messy, puffy hair as he walks through the hallway and sits on the stairs for no reason. He was planning on checking Marilyn but decided to let her sleep. He placed his hands on his pockets but felt something sharp. He pulls out whatever was sharp and to his surprise, it was a razor blade. How did he not throw it away? Memories and voices began to run through his head. As he listened to his head, he felt the walls getting closer and closer as he felt no air coming out from his lungs. He saw dark was covering the light and immediately runs up and fall on the hallway. He crawled to the nearest corner and leaned his back against the wall, hugging his knees close to his chest and began to breathe again. He looks at the razor blade in front of him and tries to get away from it as the voices began to speak to him. He placed his hands on his head and yells, "MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!" Immediately, Marilyn rushed out of a door, covered in a towel while being soak, and runs towards Ted. She fell on her knees next to Ted and asked, "Ted? What's wrong? Are you ok?" He hugs Marilyn out of nowhere and cries on her chest, not knowing she is soaked and covered in a towel. She hugs him and finds a razor blade on the floor. She picks it up and looks at it. She looks at Ted and helps him up. She wraps her arm around Ted and takes her into her room. She leads Ted to her bed as he sat on the edge and looks down. He sat on the floor and hugs his knees, placing his head on his knees. She sat next to Ted, hearing the cries of a painful dude. Her hand was on his shoulder and felt him tremble in fear. "Why me?" He asked softly. "What did I do to deserve this? All this pain? I didn't do anything wrong did I?" Marilyn felt something connected to Ted. She remembered her past. She looks up at the ceiling and said, "It's not your fault..." A tear fell to her eyes as she began to cry softly, which made Ted lift his head and look at her. "Y-You're crying. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry," said Ted, feeling really guilty for making a girl cry. She shook her head and said, "no. It's not you. " She looks at the razor blade and showed Ted her arm. Her arm was covered with scars from the past but fresh ones were shown as it bled a little. Ted couldn't believe his eyes. A beautiful girl he fell love with self-harms. "No..." said Ted. "Marilyn...why?" She looks at Ted with a light smile. "I can tell you self-harm too Ted. It's not a perfect life. We just want to change and live the life we want to live in. We just," she took a deep breath and said, "want to escape." Ted looked away for a second, realizing her words made him hurt even more. She's telling the truth. He looks at the door, thinking about Bill and their most excellent adventures. He felt returning the favor to him but decided to wait until Bill wakes up. Bill was already awake and heard the entire conversation through the door. He sat next to the door on the other side as tears fell from his eyes. He felt so guilty about everything. His life does suck. He wanted to fix it. He wanted to fix everything. So does Ted. Ted wish he could fix everything. He looks at his arm and remembered how much pain he suffered ever since his mom was mysteriously gone. He stood up and walked out of Marilyn's room. To his surprise, he saw Bill sitting on the floor. Bill lifts his head and wipes away the tears. Ted fell onto his knees in front of Bill, both looking straight into each other's eyes and hugs Bill with pain in his eyes. Bill doesn't know what to do but hugs him back. Ted began to cry and said, " how could I be so blind? You really do care for me. All this time." Ted looks at Bill as Bill said, "that's what friends are for." He wipes away Ted's tears and continued, "We always have each other, no matter how heinous the situation is. Wyld Stallyns never say die, Ted." Ted smiled softly. "I wish I could return the favor. Maybe you can have my KISS album that was sign by Gene Simmons himself." Bill shook his head and said, "actually, you have returned the favor." Ted became confused. "Have I?" Bill nod his head and whispers, "you." Ted became shock, asking, "what did I do?" "You're still alive," said Bill. "Wait. You don't want me alive? You want me dead because that's not you Bill," said Ted. Bill shook his head quickly, "no no no no no no no no. That's not what I meant. What I actually meant is you didn't commit suicide. I know your symptoms Ted. You have severe depression, anxiety attacks, you self-harm and you're claustrophobic. I always care for you Ted. Like this one time before we went up to present our oral report for History, you have trouble breathing and you were about to have anxiety attack. I manage to bring your medication pills. I knew you would forget to bring it so I brought a pair of extra bottles just in case. Speaking of pills," Bill pulled out a bottle of pills that read, 'Logan, Ted Theodore.' on it and gave it to Ted. Ted looked at the bottle and smiled. "I never thought you would do this. I never thought I would have a true friend who really cares for a dude with mental problems. I may be stupid but I know how much you care for me." "You're not stupid Ted. You never were. You're just scared and lost," said Bill. "I know my life may seem perfect but it is not Ted and I rather care for your life than mine. I don't mind risking my own life to take care of you." Ted looks at Bill, grabs his arm and check to see if there were any scars. Nothing. Ted looks up at Bill and asked, "But why Bill? Why risk your own life to care for mine? I don't mind taking care of myself." Bill raised an eyebrow at Ted. Ted sighs and said, "ok. I can't take care of myself but you know what I mean." Bill sighs for a moment. "Ted. You're so innocent but like I said, I rather risk my life to care for you than taking care of my life." Ted looks at Bill, feeling guilty but shrugs it off. "Fine. You win. But I will check your arm if you ever self-harm because it is a most heinous way." Bill scoffed and said, "shouldn't I be in charge of checking your arm? I'm not suicidal Ted." "I don't care," said Ted, "if you care for me, I should care for you. Like you said, 'we always have each other, no matter how heinous the situation is.' I'm just afraid I may lose you Bill." Bill stood up, helping Ted up and said, "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. It's not like I'm leaving you..." Hearing those words made Ted feel empty. What if he does leave him? What if he commits suicide? Bill looks at Ted and said, "how about we focus on destroying the evil us'ses and we can relax with no trouble? Maybe we can go to Disneyland?" Ted smiled a little and said, "sure. I like the sound of it." As Bill and Ted hugged for a bit, Marilyn steps out of her room, putting on her shirt and asked, "are you sure you two aren't gay?" Bill and Ted looked at Marilyn and said, "SHUT UP MARILYN!"