Aidan and Brendan turn the corner and see fire trucks and police cars blocking the street from both sides. They look to their left and see an ambulance screaming down the road next to them. "Hey! You two!" says someone running towards them. As the person get's closer they realize it's one of detective officers. He's not dressed like any of the other officers, he's wearing jeans and a brown leather jacket with a white shirt. The man finally reaches them, "A-Are you two okay? You came from that hatch right there right? W-We saw fire spewing out of it. You guys are lucky to be alive." says the officer. "Y-Yeah we're okay." says Aidan still a little shaken. "Come with me" the officer says as he puts his hands on their shoulders. He leads the two teenagers towards the ensemble of fire trucks and police cars. "I'm Officer Quinton. I'll be taking care of you and your friends." says Quinton. "Our friends? Are Jack and Ethan out here?!" asks Aidan looking around desperately. "Yeah. They're loading one of them into the ambulance. You might wanna hurry if you wanna catch them before they leave." says Quinton. Aidan runs off to look for his friends, Brendan soon follows. Aidan weaves through police cars and finally sees Jack helping load Ethan into an ambulance. "Jack!" shouts Brendan running towards them. Jack looks around trying to find where the voice came from. He makes eye contact with Brendan. Brendan collides with Jack as he gives him a hug. "Man I thought you were dead. I was worried to death man." says Brendan letting go of Jack. Brendan moves aside and Aidan stands there motionless. Jack and Aidan make eye contact. "Aidan...I-" says Jack as he is cut off by Aidan. "Don't say anything. I can't forgive you for killing Sam, but if it wasn't for you...I don't think Ethan would be here right now. So you have my thanks" says Aidan. Jack nods in appreciation. Brendan looks back and sees Quinton running through cars looking for the teenagers. He finally spots them and runs over. "N-Now that you're all back together. We need to talk, your parents have been notified and are all on their way. I'm sure they will be happy to see you. We're all meeting tomorrow at the hospital with Ethan. We need to talk about what happened down there." says Quinton. All the teens nod. One of the paramedics comes around and closes the back of the ambulance. He hops back in and the ambulance speeds off to the hospital. The rest of the boys all reunite with their parents and go home.

The next morning, all the boys are in the waiting room of the hospital to see Ethan. "What are we gonna tell him about Sam." whispers Brendan. "We'll lie" says Aidan. "What?" says Jack in confusion. "Why do you want to defend me?" he adds. "Because I don't blame you for what you did. It was a sticky situation and you did what you had to do. I may not agree with it but it's in the past now. Besides, I don't think you want to go to jail." laughs Aidan. Jack and Brendan laugh along as well. Aidan has finally seemed to come to terms with what has happened. Quinton walks around the corner and motions for the teens to follow him. They follow close behind them until they come to a door. Quinton lightly knocks and opens it. In the room is Ethan lying on a hospital bed with all of his wounds properly stitched up. Quinton gestures for the others to sit down. Once everyone is comfortable, Quinton speaks up. "I'm assuming you boys know you were not supposed to be at that attraction in the first place. But considering everything that happened down there we're not gonna punish you boys for it. What we want is to know what happened down there." he explains. Quinton opens a file and sets it down onto a small foldable table in front of the bed. Ethan sits up to get a good look at it. "Look familiar?" asks Quinton as he spreads pictures across the table. "It's Henry..." remarks Aidan pointing at one of the pictures. "Who?" asks Quinton as he picks up the picture. "Henry. He was the reason we got out of there alive. He had some elaborate plan to blow the place up. That's why you saw fire spewing out of that hatch." explains Ethan, his voice still raspy. Quinton nods,"Where is he now?" asks Quinton concerned. "Dead" says Aidan bluntly. "What? How?" Questions Quinton. "He got caught in the explosion, he didn't make it out in time." says Brendan. "You mean Henry's dead? Dang..." says Ethan leaning back. "What about these three people here?" asks Quinton pointing at the other pictures. The boys look closely but don't seem to recognize them. "This one here is William Afton...Presumed dead years ago." says Quinton pointing at a picture of a middle aged man. "So that's what he looked like..." says Jack. "You know him?" asks Quinton. "In theory...yes" says Ethan, "What was left of him at least." he adds. "His soul was trapped in an old animatronic suit somehow." adds Brendan. Quinton nods and writes some notes down into his notebook.

After the questioning, Quinton lets the boys go. Before Brendan, Aidan, and Jack can leave the room, Quinton stops them. "Before you go. You cannot tell anyone about what happened. I have a feeling this isn't over, so for now keep this quiet unless told otherwise by me." he explains. All the boys nod and leave the room. "Thanks for not ratting me out." says Jack walking down the hallway with his two friends. "No Problem. You don't deserve jail time...I just feel bad for Sam's parents." says Aidan frowning. "I'm gonna live with that guilt for the rest of my life." says Jack staring straight ahead. "You'll be fine. You didn't have a choice, you did what you had to do." adds Brendan. "I hope so..." says Jack. All three boys exit the hospital and back into the world they were cut off from.

Author's Notes: Hey everyone. So that was a great story to write, I'm for sure gonna add on to this later. But for now I'm gonna take a break and collect my thoughts on what I want to do with the story and the characters. Sure this story wasn't very good, but I had a blast writing it. So I wanna thank everyone who made it through the terrible formatting and slower chapters to this point. Thanks for reading. -Ethan