Eep (to Robert): S'alright. Up anyway cause of Mars.
Robert (to Eep): It's Vincent. He's passed out on the porch swing, and I can't rouse him.
Eep (to Robert): What? Oh Jesus. Again with this? He's making a habit of... What the fuck happened to his face?! (to Vincent) Oy! Wake up! If you pull a knife on me, so help me... HEY! (to Robert) Jesus. He's really out.
Robert (to Eep): His face is my boyfriend's fault, I fear. This isn't good. Do you know if he could have taken anything drug-wise?
Eep (to Robert): Who Vincent? What are you talking about? Of course not!
Robert (to Eep): I wouldn't have thought he would have killed someone either. Let's get him inside. Your house would be better.
Eep (to Robert): Oh. Yeah. Good point. (to Vincent) Come on. We're getting you up...
Vincent (to Robert & Eep): What? Whu... What's going on?
Robert (to Vincent): We're bringing you inside. Vincent, Vincent, focus. Did you take anything? No judgement, I just need to know.
Vincent (to Robert): Huh? No. No...too...too much to drink.
Eep (to Robert): He's talking, that's good. Fucking idiot... (to Vincent) OK. Let's get some damn water in you.
An hour or so later:
Eep (to Robert): God, there's something that's fun to do first thing in the fucking morning. Think he'll be alright?
Robert (to Eep): He should be. We got him hydrated, and he threw up a couple of times, so he shouldn't have alcohol poisoning. I should get back next door. Have him stick some ice on his face when he wakes up.
Eep (to Robert): Yeah. Thanks.
Marlena (to Eep): Daddy, what's wrong with Vincent?
Eep (to Marlena): He's not feeling too well, Monkey, so we're gonna let him sleep on the couch for awhile.
Marlena (to Eep): Oh okay... I'll get him a blanket & Barrymore. That always makes me feel better.
Eep (to Marlena): That's a good idea.
Marlena (to Vincent): Here, Vincent, I brought you a blanket & Barrymore. I hope you feel better... I can read you a story, if you want?
Vincent (to Marlena): Huh? Marlena? Hey. Am... am I at your house? Th-thanks, kiddo. A story would be... that'd be good.
Marlena (to Vincent): You're on our couch. Daddy said you're not feeling good. When I'm not feeling good Mommy always reads to me.
Vincent (to Marlena): Oh. That's...that's nice of her. A story would be good.
Mouse (to Eep): Hey, what's going on? Why is Vincent laying on our couch & Mars telling him a story?
Eep (to Mouse): Robert found Vincent passed out on the porch this morning. We got him inside got him to throw up and got some water in him. Is Marlena really reading him a story? Heh. So she is. And she got him a blanket and her bear.
Mouse (to Eep): Heh. That's what I do when she's feeling poorly. I hope she's not bothering him too much. Did he say why he was over here? Poppy's got to be worried sick about him. It's not like him to get wasted and wander the streets.
Eep (to Mouse): I tried to reach her on the phone, but there was no answer.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, that's not like her.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I tried to get him to tell me what was going on, but he wasn't really coherent. Or, maybe he was. I had a hard time understanding him.
Mouse (to Eep): I told Mars that we'd take her to the Children's Museum today, but we can hold off going until tomorrow. Vincent clearly needs looking after, at least until we can get a hold of Poppy.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, fortunately right now, she seems content to play nursemaid. I was gonna make some lunch. You want some?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, that would be great... He looks so young laying there-- What the hell happened to his face?
Eep (to Mouse): Sounds like he and Ripper got in a fight and Ripper punched him. That's what Robert said anyway.
Mouse (to Eep): I think I'm having deja-vu... Boy, when my brother goes about trying to fuck up his life, he certainly does a fine job of it. Drunkenly wandering the streets, getting into a fight with one of his friends, losing his job... God, I have no idea what to say.
Eep (to Mouse): Here you go. I don't think there's anything to say. He's losing his shit. A little bit. Don't worry. He'll be alright.
Mouse (to Eep): Thanks... I certainly hope you're right.
Eep (to Marlena): Hey, Madam Nurse. I made you a grilled cheese sandwich. (to Vincent) Hey. You up? You think you can eat?
Marlena (to Eep): Ooh, I like those. (to Vincent) Daddy makes the best sandwiches.
Vincent (to Marlena): Oh yeah? (to Eep) No. No thank you.
Eep (to Vincent): So you gonna tell us what happened?
Mouse (to Marlena): Hey Mars, why don't you bring your sandwich into the kitchen with me? I think your dad & Vincent want to talk.
Marlena (to Mouse): Oh okay. (to Vincent & Eep) You can talk grownup talk, now. Mommy is taking me away.
Vincent (to Marlena): OK. See you later. Thanks for the story.
Eep (to Vincent): So. What the fuck?
Vincent (to Eep): I--I don't know. Everything is so fucked up. I keep having these--dreams. About Hiiri. Jacob's terrified of me and Poppy... Poppy left. She took Victor and left. She said not to come get her until I stopped tormenting myself about...
Eep (to Vincent): Poppy left? She left you? Why?
Vincent (to Eep): She went to the Inn. She's... she's mad cause I was willing to get killed to stop Hiiri. And she'd have been alone.
Eep (to Vincent): Well, yeah. No shit. I'd be pissed at you too. What the hell happened between you and Ripper? Your face looks like shit! What the fuck did you do to him?
Vincent (to Eep): Nothing. He was there. When I killed Hiiri. He--he was pretty upset. And scared of me. We ended up gettin' in a row about it. I told him to take a swing at me. He did.
Eep (to Vincent): Yeah. I'll say. I'll go get you some ice. (to Mouse) Eso hombre pequeño es un idiota. I need some ice.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh? What did he do, now?
Eep (to Mouse): He and Ripper got in a fight and he told Ripper to punch him. Guess what happened. I found out why we couldn't reach Poppy.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh no... I'm beginning to sense a pattern here. Something happened between them, didn't it?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. She's pissed at him for going after Hiiri. She's gone over to her brother's place in Britannia.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I can't say that I blame her too much... Especially, finding out that he didn't expect to survive the encounter.
Several hours later:
Marlena (to Eep & Mouse): Is Vincent going to live with us from now on?
Eep (to Marlena): Uh, no. He's just here for a little while. Go find out if he's hungry.
Marlena (to Eep): Okay... (to Vincent) Daddy wants me to ask if you're hungry. Are you? Mommy's making dinner. It smells pretty good.
Vincent (to Marlena): I bet. Your mom's a good cook. I'm not too hungry yet. Thanks, though.
Marlena (to Vincent): Oh okay. Do you want some more water or ginger ale?
Vincent (to Marlena): Yeah. Ginger ale'd be good.
Marlena (to Vincent): Okay... (to Mouse & Eep) Can Vincent have some more ginger ale? He's not hungry... What's that?
Mouse (to Marlena): That would be dinner. You'll like it. Trust me.
Eep (to Marlena & Marlena): I've got it.
Vincent (to Eep): She's a smartie, isn't she?
Eep (to Vincent): Yeah. Kinda. I, uh...just so you know, I called Sasha. You're not fired. Not yet. You gotta go talk to him on Wednesday.
Vincent (to Eep): Oh! Um, wow. Thank you.
Eep (to Vincent): Don't thank me just yet. You still gotta talk to him. I told him you were having a nervous breakdown.
Vincent (to Eep): Oh. Um...
Eep (to Vincent): Don't start. That's what you're doing. C'mon. You're eating something.
Vincent (to Eep): Um, yeah. OK.
A short time later:
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm glad you're finally eating something, little brother. You're more than welcome to crash on the couch again tonight.
Vincent (to Mouse): If it's no trouble, I'd like that. I, um, I'm not sure I can cope with the empty house right... I'd like that. Thank you.
Mouse (to Vincent): How are you doing? Need anything? Water? Ice cream? A goofy movie?
Vincent (to Mouse): No. No, thank you. I'm not sure my stomach will forgive me if I put much more into it.
Mouse (to Vincent): Okay... Well, if you need anything, just give a holler.
Eep (to Vincent): Come on. Mars and I are gonna watch some TV before we go to bed. You are too.
Vincent (to Eep): No, that's OK, I don't want to impose. (to Mouse) I will, sweetie. Thank you.
Eep (to Vincent): You're not imposing. You're gonna do something that will take your mind off everything for a while.
Marlena (to Eep): Can we watch the ponies?
Mouse (to Eep): I'm gonna go & read in bed. Don't let Mars stay up to late.
Eep (to Marlena): We can watch one episode of the ponies. Keep an eye on your uncle. I'm going to go say good night to your mom.
Marlena (to Vincent): Are you sad because Poppy & Victor aren't here? You should call them & then we can all watch cartoons.
Vincent (to Marlena): Yeah. That's one of the reasons I'm sad. They're not here right now. They're in Britannia, so I can't call them just yet.
Marlena (to Vincent): Oh... why not?
Vincent (to Marlena): Poppy is mad at me, so she doesn't want to talk to me right now.
Marlena (to Vincent): Oh... You should send her bunches and bunches of flowers like in the movies, then she won't be mad anymore.
Vincent (to Marlena): Heh. That's not a bad idea. Who's that pink pony? Does she ever shut up?
Marlena (to Vincent): Oh... That's Pinkie Pie. She's okay, I guess. I like the dragon, Spyke, the best.
Vincent (to Marlena): Yeah. He's obviously the best.
Marlena (to Vincent): There's also a pony with a horn named Changeling who I think is pretty... but she's bad, so I'm not supposed to like her. Oh wait, that's not her name... it's something like that. Crystal? Cabbage? Um, I forget.
Vincent (to Marlena): Heh. Well, if you see her, point her out, and we'll figure out who she is together. Sometimes, the bad guys are, um... You can like whoever you want in the cartoon.
Marlena (to Vincent): Oh okay... Don't be sad. It always turns out right in the end.
Vincent (to Marlena): That's good.
Eep (to Vincent): Is she passed out?
Vincent (to Eep): Yeah. She got under the blankets with me and was out like a light. She's, heh, she's something else.
Eep (to Vincent): Yeah. She is. Try to get some sleep. We'll figure this out tomorrow. G'nigh
Vincent (to Eep): I hope so. Good night.
