Jones covers his eyes as a bright light comes toward him.

When it disappears his clothing had been changed. He was back in his old work attire from when he worked for I.O, and found himself in his office. It was some time back in the past.

"Why here of all places?" He asks, hugging his arms.

Finding a chair behind him he sits down in it, turning to the nearby computer that was displaying a message.

You remember this day, don't you?

Jones raises an eyebrow, processing what it meant. A soft tug on his sleeve makes him turn around and he finds a small familiar figure standing in front of him.

Sophie was there passing him something with a smile on her face, only her eyes were covered by a black line. The scene felt familiar to Jones, kneeling to her height and looking at the drawing.

It was different than last time;

The real one had a cute drawing of Jones, Janice and the kid.

This one had a drawing of three people completely blacked out. One of which looked like the Janice he encountered prior to the hallucination forming.

He takes it, while an illusion of himself behind him takes the real picture with a smile.

"Thanks kid! You think I can keep this one to show Janice later?"

"Sure!"

Jones sighs sadly at the memory as she leaves his office, the hallucinated Jones getting back to work.

"Damnit! Go after her you fool! Go after her!!"

Red lights begin flashing as alarms blare out. The hallucination glitches to Jones cowering under his desk. He notices the blacked out figure of Janice staring at him with one soulless eye and a grief ridden turquoise one.

Another hallucination forms in, showing what looked like Midas leaning against a person under a blanket. He was crying, fists clenched.

"Those bastards... I'll make them all suffer my rage... for taking the only one who actually loved me away..."

Jones can tell immediately who's under the covers.

Midas' deceased mother.

The last hallucination that shows up is of course, unsurprisingly, Janice's death again. Grief smiles cruelly at Jones as her body lands on the ground, decaying away.

It chuckles at him, but strangely...

Jones wasn't even bothered.

Showing no fear, he approaches the figure.

"If you think about it, it's was her fault too." He points out. "Maybe if she had told me that Slone was the one who sent Soph down to the island, I probably wouldn't have been grieving over it for a year."

White cracks originating from its white eye begin going down Grief's face. They seem confused, but shake it off and continues to glare at him.

"Secondly, yes. I may have sent those bounty hunters after her, but those guards were the ones that killed her. I had no involvement in how she died. I know deep inside Midas is still trying to move on from her..."

He pauses, seeing more and more white cracks climbing down their form faster and faster. He smiles a little.

"But I'll help him through it. I've accepted the fact that Jan is gone...but I know in my heart she'd be proud of the person I'm becoming. I've moved on."

Suddenly, Grief's cracked features begin falling off its form. And Jones could've sworn he heard it... crying...

As the darkness crumbles off its form, it reveals a tearful Janice with a bleeding gunshot wound through her head. But this time she had a proud smile on her face.

Jones' Grief had turned into Acceptance.

"John, I understand it was difficult to process my untimely passing...but I'm so proud of you." She smiles. "And Midas couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend. I have faith you'll save him and the others."

He blushes a little as Acceptance disappears. Another darkened figure appears before him. This one took the form of Jules strangely enough, with her mouth being the only thing left uncovered by the darkness.

This next one he could identify as his Guilt...or Guilty Conscience.

"Lemme guess. You're gonna guilt trip me?"

Multiple hallucination form at once in front of Jones, some he's already seen beforehand:

Janice's decaying corpse.

Midas' deceased mother.

Skye and Tina's golden statues.

His more well known snapshots, Jonesy The First and Bunker Jonesy, encased in gold.

A pair of golden daggers on the floor to signify Marigold's unknown whereabouts.

And Jules herself as well.

Jones hugs his arms with a regretful sigh.

"I...I know...there were a lot of things I should have done." He mutters. "I may not be able to change the past....but I can try to make things right for a better future."

"No one...but myself. I'm the only one who can make this right. And it starts with rescuing Midas from the Mothership and getting him his sceptre."

White cracks begins crawling across their form, showing that Jones was winning.

"It's like with Jan...I felt guilty that I couldn't save her. But if I just keep clinging to the past and blame myself... I'll never be able to move on."

He steps over to Guilt, a hand on their shoulder.

"I want to make things right again. Especially my friendship with you Jules. I hope you can learn to forgive me one day. Maybe not now...but one day..."

Guilt's form begin to melt away, revealing Jules underneath the dark. She smiles a little at him.

Jones' Guilt had turned into Forgiveness.

"I'm sure you'll be able to save him... and everyone else too...I believe in you Jones..." She smiles."I forgive you... Because if I didn't, I wouldn't have saved you back there."

The figure disappears with the the hallucinations. Jones smiles, dusting off his suit.

"Okay. Who's next?"

His outfit is once again changed. He finds himself in the stuff he was wearing on the day he saved reality. And in front of him was the last person he expected to take a form of his inner demons.

"...Midas?"

They glare back at him. A golden eye and hand were the only things that made him identifiable. Only this time around, he had a gaping hole in place of where his heart should be. It was bleeding out quite fast as well.

He takes a few steps back.

"I..I-I..."

"Midas...stop. You're hurting me..."

He takes out a blacked out version of his pickaxe, while a normal one is manifested up for Jones, and charges towards him. The blond quickly reacts and blocks it, pushing Failure back and swinging down on it.

It yells.

Jones swings his pickaxe on it, only for it to dodge and land a hit on him instead. He rolls onto the floor, coughing.

The blond tries reaching for the pickaxe, but Failure kicks it out of his radius.

Failure tosses their own pickaxe away, brings Jones onto his feet and kicks him away in the chest. He coughs repeatedly, blood dripping from his mouth. His eyes were threatening to close, but Jones couldn't let that happen.

Or else he'd be stuck here forever.

His eyes widen a little. That line sounded familiar to him. It sounded like something Midas told him in one of their training sessions.

"Come on Jones. Show me what you can REALLY do! You can do it."

Failure charges towards him, fists clenched. Following Midas' advice, Jones stands up and blocks the oncoming attack with his hands capturing Failure's fists. The inner demon gasps slightly, looking up at a more confident and determined John Jones.

"Fine. You wanna see what I can do? Here!"

He does what Failure did to him, pulls it towards him and kicks it hard in the chest. Jones picks up the pickaxe it kicked away from him and brings it down on the inner demon.

Despite rolling out the way and standing up Jones punches it in the face, catching it off guard. To its horror, white cracks begin to form on its body and in the dome surrounding them.

Jones was breaking free from his subconscious prison.

It yells, trying one last ditch attempt to steer Jones away.

"Because I have !"

Its form continues to gain more and more cracks, a few pieces even coming off its face and revealing the scarred eye and golden eye a little more.

"I may have failed to save your family Midas, but I have hope that I can make things right and fix my mistakes!" He shouts, determined. "If I save you, there's a possibility we can bring everyone back to how they used to be. I just need to try!"

The darkness crumbles off of Failure's body, releasing the Midas trapped inside.

Jones' Failure had turned into Hope.

The dome trapping Jones begins crumbling apart, allowing him a way out. The weaken form of Fear, impersonating Slone, lands on the floor. The amount of resilience and strength Jones was exhibiting proved too strong for it to contain.

"Because I've and come to terms with the things I've done and the things others have done to me. I've myself for my actions whenever I acted on something or not."

He pauses, raising the pickaxe high and ready to bring it down on his Fear.

"And I'm that once I overcome you, I'll be able to find my true potential and do the right thing."

Jones chuckles softly, eyeing the creature with a confident smirk.

"You don't scare me anymore. SHE DOESN'T SCARE ME ANYMORE!"

And with a single swing, he cuts the figure in half. Its eyes close, and it turns to dust.

Jones breathes heavily, collapsing on the floor and closing his eyes, relieved that the nightmare was over. He could return to the real world.

And in the distance, as faint as it was, he could hear a familiar voice yell;

"WAKE UP!"