Steve remained in the kitchen seated calmly even as Michael raced out the door to the aid of the robots. Steve tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows as he concentrated on listening. He returned to sipping his cocoa after he heard nothing that was too terribly alarming, probably just another minor repair he thought. Matt looked at the door way that Michael had left through so suddenly, "Shouldn't we go after him?" he asked. Steve set down his mug and leaned back in his chair nonchalantly, "It's probably nothing, sometimes the bots need repair, happens all the time, they are 116 years old after all." The Spine 's voice rumbled through the kitchen again. "Michael!" Steve was suddenly roused from his chair, with Matt quick to follow, "I thought you said it was probably nothing…." Matt said confusedly. Steve whirled around to face him, and there was no hiding the fear in Steve's eyes as he spoke, "The Spine never yells twice.Never." No more words were needed as they worked their way through their halls to the wounded robot.
Hatchworth was alone in his room, but he knew exactly what was going on. He could feel Rabbit's fear and The Spine's worry being unconsciously transmitted across the Walter Wi-fi. Hatchworth watched over Rabbit through The Spine's photo receptors, a black tear rolled down the metal plates that assembled his face. He wiped it away carefully. "What is this leaking affecting my eye?" He wondered. Hatchworth hadn't cried in many years, the memories of tears had long since been cleared, and only now, did Hatchworth begin to cry once more.
Michael knelt down beside the fallen robot, and pried away the plates above Rabbit's shoulder. The red and black liquid that had been pooling behind them spilled over the edge, as the transmission fluid and oil mixed in the light, Michael couldn't help but notice how much it looked like blood. Michael reached into the open cavity, unconcerned by the fact that his fingers could be burned by the metal of Rabbit's boiler. As he reached back to find the broken lines his hand skimmed Rabbit's boiler. Where his hand had touched there was supposed to be a burning sensation and pain, but there was nothing but cold metal. "No," he muttered, "no no no no no, thats not good at all." he reached in further feeling the boiler, hoping for even an inch of heat. Rabbit's boiler had gone cold. The Spine started straight at Michael Reed, "What's wrong with my brother?" He asked, his tone cold and monotone. Michael was petrified by The Spine's demeanor but managed to stammer out. "I can fix the broken lines, that's the easy part". He stared straight back at The Spine, "We have a much bigger issue here," he said as Steve and Matt rounded the corner, "Rabbit's boiler has gone cold."
Steve came around the corner just in time to hear Michael say the fatal words. Rabbit was obviously still alive, but with a cold boiler that couldn't be the case for long. Michael look back at Steve and Matt for a moment before turning back to the badly damaged Rabbit. The Spine looked up before turning to Matt and saying in that same cold voice. "Go get Peter VI." For the first time since entering Walter Manor, Steve was genuinely scared, not just for Rabbit's life, but for his own as well. Rabbit's voice box crackled as he attempted to form words, oil sprung from his lips as he tried to speak, "Am-am I going to d-die Spine?" He asked somberly. The Spine looked down at His older brother, still holding him in his arms. "You're not going to die Rabbit, not if I have anything to do with it.
Matt had abandoned all thoughts of walking as he sprinted through the halls of the Walter manor. He narrowly missed knocking over Brianna as he made his way to Peter Walter VI's office. He came to the large wooden door at the end of a hall. A large gold sign adorned the door reading 'Office of Peter Walter VI'. He had been told when he first came to the manor he had been told, if you knock on this door, something is very wrong, and he is our final hope. Taking a deep breath Matt knocked on the door with a gentle rap.