Mr. L had about a month until his flight. He told Blumiere and Timpani about the leaving, but not about the 96,000, and of course, they were incredibly happy for him. He planned on telling Dimentio as well, however, Dimentio never came back in for coffee.

"Do you know why Dimentio hasn't been coming back?" He asks one Saturday morning while Blumiere and Timpani order their drinks.

"Oh... well I don't know if it's my business to say," Timpani starts.

"You know why?!" L questions, leaning forward.

"Yes," Blumiere admits. "I... it's..."

"It's this," Timpani mumbles, pulling the small paper out and sliding it over to Mr. L. "He tried making a down payment for that house. The one he's wanted ever since he got here. But... he was short 10,000. So he didn't get it..."

Mr. L quickly looks back up into their eyes, a heartbroken expression on his face. "What?"

"He didn't get it," Blumiere repeats.

"B-but he's been saving for years! I... how could he be short! I've been giving him, like, all his coffee for free!"

"He just didn't have enough. You know how it is. The... the richer people don't want people like us living among them. Besides, we don't need to live up there when we have each other!" Timpani argues, grabbing Blumiere's hand.

"But he doesn't have anyone! H-he needs this! He barely talks to any of us. His last goal failed, so he was so determined to at least be able to do this! H-he needs to feel successful at something."

"Well, what are we supposed to do about it?" Oliver asks, popping up behind Mr. L, causing him to jump a little.

"My Grambi, Oliver. Quit doing that!" Mr. L cries as the kid shrugs. "Sorry boss. But seriously."

"I..." Mr. L starts, nervously looking around. "...Get me a pen."

Oliver obeys and runs to find a pen while Blumiere and Timpani give Mr. L a confused look.

"Oh no, I know that look. What are you doing?" Timpani asks, crossing her arms. Oliver quickly comes back over and hands Mr. L a small red pen. "Here. The pen you requested. I do take tips. Up to $100 would be acceptable.

"Oliver, I'm not paying you extra for getting me a pen. And I'm just helping Dimentio out. J-just giving him a small boost." Mr. L admits, putting taking out a check and writing 10,000 to Dimentio.

"WHOA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHERE'D YOU GET THAT KIND OF MONEY?!" Timpani shouts, grabbing the check and looking at it.

"Uhh, just been saving." He lies, taking the check back and handing it to Oliver. "Kid, I need you to take this to the bank and tell him to keep my name anonymous. I don't want Dimentio knowing. I'm going to give the homeowner a call. Blumiere, Timpani, please don't tell Dimentio about any of this."

"Why!?" Blumiere questions as Oliver leaves. "I get that you love him, but why don't you want him to know?!"

"Because I'm leaving anyway. Just please... don't tell him! Promise me you won't tell him!"

"But," Timpani starts.

"PROMISE ME!"

"Okay, okay," Blumiere and Timpani both say while holding their hands out.

"Thank you...."

_______

Dimentio waits alone in his run-down home, looking out the window while hugging his knees to his chest.

"It won't be long now," He whispers to himself, gently placing his hand on the window before looking down.

Failure.

That's all he could think. Failure.

First, he failed to rid the world of all bad and find a perfect place to live.

Then, he failed at dying and had to live with that previous failure.

And next, he decided to set a smaller goal. A goal too at least finds a somewhat comfortable place to live. To prove that lower classed people belong up there. That they can be equal. But, he failed at that too.

And he didn't know what to do now. What to reach for. Who to go to. He had no one. He pretty much pushed everyone who was ever close to him away. And the rest of the world thought/wanted him dead.

He sighs, feeling empty and cold when his phone suddenly goes off. He lets out a groan and picks it up, tiredly holding it to his ear.

.....

Then his eyes go wide.

He drops the phone, shattering the screen, but that doen't matter.

He takes off sprinting.

Sprinting home.

______

Nights and days come and go. Oliver helps Mr. L pack up the shop once it's sold. Dimentio successfully moves uptown, having no idea why the homeowner suddenly accepted his request. And all seems good. Mr. L has about three days before he must leave, and 86,000 to help him start his new life. A limitless life. He can go anywhere. Be anyone. He can start over.

"Hey..." Oliver stars, one night as they're closing down shop. "So... I asked the college counselor at school about... ya know..."

The kid let out a nervous laugh and looked down. "He said... that I needed to get properly documented. Since I was born half-human... I never really had the right paperwork or something. I dunno. It was pretty stupid."

"Oh," Mr. L starts, taking out some money and counting it. "Well... I'm pretty sure you can get those. Right? I mean... I'm sure you just gotta take a test or something."

"It's not gonna happen," Oliver sighs. "Do you know how hard it is? How much it costs to do all the work to get that kind of stuff? And... applications to colleges alone cost so much. And tuition.... no way my parents could afford that. And besides... it kinda was a stupid dream."

"Oliver..." Mr. L starts, putting the money down.

"I just... wanted to tell you. Since I can't tell my parents. I don't want them feeling guilty."

"Do... they have college savings set aside for you?" Mr. L asks.

"Yeah," Oliver replies. "But... it's got nothing in it. We haven't been able to put anything in it. I guess we all kinda knew that- WHOA!"

Mr. L suddenly grabs the kid's arm and starts down the street, walking quickly.

"Mr. L?! What are you-"

"I'm helping. Now come on. I've got about three days before I go, so we gotta get this taken care of right here and right now" Mr. L responds, taking the kid into the nearest government building.

"Greetings gentlemen-" A lady starts, when Mr. L suddenly pushes Oliver forward. "We need to get this young man properly documented."

"H-huh?" She asks, readjusting her glasses. Mr. L is briefly reminded of Nastasia before he shakes his head and starts. "He needs the proper birthing documents. Since he was born half-human he didn't get any."

"W-well.... do you have any money-"

Mr. L quickly took out a check and wrote 85,000 dollars onto it, sliding it over to her. "Take this. Use whatever you need to get him documented, then put the rest towards his college savings. Please and thank you."

"W-WHAT?! But Mr. L, that only leaves you with 1,000?! You need more than-"

"I'll be fine, kid. I can figure out how to get by." Mr. L replies, before turning to him and kneeling. "Please. I want to do this. The world needs hard workers like you."

"I... but your dream... you need that money to-"

"I'm getting out of here, I'm already getting my dream. Let me help you get yours." Mr. L replies, offering a soft smile. The kid remains frozen, before tearing up and tightly hugging the man in green.

".... Thank you. Oh Grambi, thank you."

______

Mr. L gave the kid the rest of the days off of work. All he had to do was clean up and pack any remaining things. He spent the majority of his time packing up until the night before he left came.

He'd be leaving come the sunrise of the next morning.

Meanwhile, Dimentio was walking down the street, a true smile on his face, when he ran into Timpani and Blumiere yet again.

"Hey, Dimentio! You're looking cheerful," Timpani observes with a smile.

"Yes! Did you hear! For some reason, they changed their mind and accepted my statement! I got it! I got the house!"

"Yeah, we knew!" Blumiere laughs.

"Really? May I ask how?" Dimentio questions.

"Well Mr. L-" Blumiere starts, when Timpani sharply elbows him in the side.

"Ow! Oh, right right." Blumiere nervously chuckles. "Forgot about that."

"About what?" Dimentio questions, leaning in. "What is it you aren't telling me?"

"Nothing. We're just happy for you!" Timpani nervously giggles. "Well, we ought to be going! We'll see you later!"

She began quickly pushing Blumiere away when Dimentio firmly grabs his arm. "No," He says, with a firm voice. "You're going to tell me what you know."

"Dimentio, we really shouldn't be-" Timpani starts, when Blumiere holds up his free hand.

"No," He says, sighing. "He's leaving tomorrow. Dimentio deserves to know."

"Leaving? Who's leaving?!" Dimentio asks, frowning.

"He didn't tell you...?" Timpani questions, her smile fading.

"Who?! What are you talking about?!" Dimentio asks, worried now.

"Mr. L," Blumiere responds. "He's leaving tomorrow morning."

"Excuse me?!" Dimentio snaps. "Wh...what?! I didn't know about this! What, was he just never going to tell me?!"

"Well, you never really came around. I think he just thought you didn't care." Blumiere calmly replies.

"Well, of course, I don't care. But I'd still like to know!"

"Well, now you do. Goodnight, Dimentio!" Timpani chimes, quickly trying to push Blumiere away. However, he doesn't let her.

"No," Blumiere replies. "Dimentio, I have to tell you."

"Dearest, Mr. L made us promise." Timpani whispers.

"Mr. L's leaving. Please, Dimentio deserves to know. I don't want to keep secrets. Last time I did... it didn't end well."

All three of them visibly wince at the memories, before Timpani finally lets out a long sigh and gives. in. "Alright..." She sighs. "I guess he deserves to know."

Dimentio exchanges confused glances between the two of them before Blumiere finally explains.

"You know how ten years ago... you woke up in the hospital?"

"Wait, WE'RE TELLING HIM ABOUT THAT TOO?!" Timpani interrupts.

"Well, yeah. He deserves to know that too!" Blumiere argues back. "Anyway, when we first found you two in Castle Bleck... Mr. L was already awake. And... he..."

"He was angry with me, wasn't me," Dimentio dryly responds, crossing his arms. "I bet this is why he didn't tell me he was leaving-"

"No, no, no. It's quite the opposite." Timpani says. "He was worried about you. He wouldn't let us take care of him until he knew you were safe. I had to drag him away. All he would say was, 'Is Dimentio okay,' 'help Dimentio,' and stuff like that. And.. when you weren't okay, he used his thunderhand to jumpstart your heart. He saved your life."

Dimentio's arms slowly drop as his eyes go wide.

"....Why?" Is all he can ask. "Why...would he do that? After all, I had done to him."

"I don't know," Blumiere lies. "But that's not all."

"That's not all?!" Dimentio asks, voice rising in pitch slightly.

"Well, haven't you noticed?!" Timpani giggles. "You get all your coffee for free."

"I thought he did that for everyone," Dimentio admits.

"Dimentio, if he did that for everyone he'd make zero money," Blumiere points out.

"Well... had it ever occurred to you that Mr. L may not be the brightest lightbulb in the box," Dimentio smirks.

"Yeah, because he spent 10,000 on you in a heartbeat when he heard about the house." Blumiere replies, before covering his mouth. But it's too late. You can't take words back after they've been said.

Dimentio tenses up, smile dropping.

".... He....what?!"

"Dear...." Timpani mutters when Blumiere clears his throat. "He... knew how bad you wanted that house, so he called the homeowner, and offered 10,000 so you could get it," He explains.

"W....why....what?! No, where did he even get....I.... why?!" Dimentio demands at a loss for words. He looks down at his feet and shakes his head. "What, does he think I can't do this on my own?! Why would he do this?!"

"Isn't it obvious," Timpani whispers. "Dimentio, he loves you."

Dimentio immediately looks up at her, confusion sweeping over his face. "Repeat that."

Timpani's face immediately goes red and she shakes her head. "Oh, no. I-I shouldn't have said that! It's not my business. Just forget I said anything."

But it was already said.

Dimentio pauses a moment, before turning and sprinting down the street.

"DIMENTIO! WAIT!" Timpani calls. "I DIDN'T MEAN...I... dang it!"

Blumiere briefly coughed to cover up the smile forming on his face.

"Why are you smiling?!" Timpani asks, crossing her arms.

"Because... look at him." Blumiere points out, as Dimentio runs.

"He's running away," Timpani observes, confused. "I... don't get your point."

"His house is in the other direction." Blumiere points out, with a smile. "He's running to Mr. L."