The key disappeared as soon as Bob unlocked the doors. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had wanted to keep that key, but maybe something behind the door would be even better. He opened them quickly, wanting to find something that was special to Hexadecimal to take home with him and keep forever. He knew a lot of his sudden clinginess was just him wanting to distract himself from Dot, but the more thought about the Queen of Chaos, the more he wished he had handled things differently.

The first thing he saw was a large bed with purple sheets. Bob looked around slowly. There was a large window on the other side of the bed stretching to the other side of the room. The room was bare other than a large, plush rocking chair facing away from the door and towards a swing on the other side. There was a familiar virus in a blue nightgown happily swinging, facing the door, bed, and rocking chair.

"Daemon!" Bob found his hands forming fists as he slowly walked towards her. He felt as though time was somehow slowing down. He blamed her for almost ending the Net, but more than anything, he blamed her for Hexadecimal's sacrifice. "How dare you!? This is Hexadecimal's Lair! She died trying to defeat you!" Bob started crying. "I saw you blow up! She found a way to save yu too, didn't she?" Bob thought he would still have to strength to punch her when he finally got to where she was swinging, but instead he dropped to his knees. "She found a way to pull your code back together, and you hid here! You have nowhere else to go, and I don't even know if Hex would want you here!"

"I have asked her." Daemon said as she stared at the rocking chair. She sounded so casual. "She wants me to stay with her. Please help my friend."

Bob hesitated to look at the rocker instead of the virus. He knew Daemon was more than capable of deleting him.

He regetted waiting a couple nanos when he saw Hexadecimal sitting in the rocking chair in a long, strapless black dress. Her mask in worse condition than he had ever imagined it being in. "Hex..." Bob said weakly.

He turned his attention to Daemon. "I need a private moment with her."

The cron virus got off her swing, but she wasn't going to leave without reassurance. "You can help her?"

Bob nodded. "I can, but it will hurt. She's going to scream, but I promise, everything I do will be for her own good."

"And when you are done, it will not hurt her anymore?"

"It shouldn't."

Bob looked at Scuzzy and nudged his head towards Daemon. The cat followed her out.

"I'm here, Hex." Bob kissed her cheek before aiming his keytool at her face. "Glitch..." The keytool twirled and beeped; he knew what to do. "Thanks, Glitch."

Daemon turned back when she heard Hex's screaming. Scuzzy meowed loud enough to get her attention, but she looked back into the room to make sure her friend was alright. She never thought there would come a second when she would struggle to retain her self-control. She wanted so badly to rush to Hex's side and push the guardian away from her fellow virus, but if Hex trusted Bob, then Daemon would try to.

Hex's breathing was heavy when it was finally over. Her glow in her eyes was weak, but her smile said everything Bob wanted to hear.

She would be fine.

They both felt trapped in a fairytale as the guardian lifted her out of the chair and carried her bridal style away from the windows and out of the room, forgetting all about how their love was forbidden and all the fights they'd ever had. All that mattered was how they felt right then and nothing could ruin that feeling.

"Does this mean you don't love Dot?" Bob had even forgotten about Daemon being there. "She loves you very much."

Hex looked heartbroken when he put her down, but when Bob wrapped his arms around waist, she knew her worries were in the past. Her smile helped him smile before looking Daemon. "Dot is in the past. And so are you."

"Bob!" Hex was shocked that Bob would say such a thing.

"No one can know either of you are still processing." Bob explained "If anyone found you were alive, the entire Net would go into a panic. And Hex, if anyone found out you were still alive, someone would question if Daemon was out there somewhere. I can't risk losing you again." He smiled at her. "We have so much catching up to do."

"I'm so sorry for all the trouble I've caused."

"I'm sorry I never realized how much you needed me."

"And I am sorry for almost deleting everyone." Daemon ruined the moment "What are you sorry for, Scuzzy?"