The second the clock struck three in the morning and Felix still hadn't arrived with his children, not even Rosemary could stop him.

Jack was practically shaking in anger, but he kept himself composed, eerily calm. Well, most of the time. It wasn't like he was just some silent esper, he'd screamed and cursed like a sailor at the Felix that wasn't listening over the phone for nearly four hours before he finally settled on just going to the man's home.

Since college Felix had been Jack's brother in all but blood. There hadn't been a friend in the world that shared a relationship like they did. Felix was his partner in crime, the white to his black. They were so close, Jack's children called him 'Uncle Felix'! There wasn't a man in the world who he'd rather have that title.

Tonight, however, that tightly woven relationship was being tested. Jack knew of Felix's 'issues', but to just what extent he didn't quite understand. Sure, he knew that his best friend had a tendency to drink a lot, but surely he wouldn't have done such a thing while being responsible for the safety of Jack's children.

Surely he wasn't so stupid as to do such a thing. That wasn't the Felix Jack knew, no not at all. The Felix that Jack knew was a dorky fun loving guy who could light up a room if he wanted to.

Moonlight cascaded down and combined with the yellow light from the street lamps. Jack came to realize that Felix's car wasn't in his driveway and it didn't seem Linda was home either.

Stepping calmy, yet furiously, out of his car, he marched his way to Felix's front door.