Midnight rolled around and Wirt's mother came in. "Wirt, Beatrice, its past your guys bed time. Come on. Go to bed." She said, a little cranky. "Oh great. School tomorrow." Beatrice said. "It's not that bad. Now get to bed or I WILL come over there." Wirt's mother told them. She turned the lights off and closed the door behind them softly. "Wow. Your mom gets cranky when she's tired." Beatrice said. Wirt smiled. He got up from Beatrice's bed and blindly wondered over to his bed, trying not to step on any Lego's Greg left in his room. Wirt laid in his bed, trying to close his eyes. But there was nothing he could possibly do to get him to fall asleep peacefully. Beatrice, on the other hand, didn't want anything but sleep. She did some of her best thinking while dreaming. She was just about to doze off when Wirt called for her. "Beatrice? Are you awake?" Wirt asked. "Yes." Beatrice answered. "Beatrice? Do you think we'll be able to save everyone?" Wirt asked. "Wirt. Can we please just go to sleep? I don't want to think about that right now." Beatrice answered, trying to dodge the question. "Come on. Tell me what you think." Wirt said, trying to get her to answer the question. "I think you're very persistent. Will you shut up now?" Beatrice answered back crankily. "Beatrice. Why do you always try to avoid these questions? You need to think about these things or you won't be prepared for the future. I understand if you're afraid. Heck, I'm scared too. But you can't pretend to believe that everything's o.k. and just close your eyes to what's going on around you. If you do, you'll only hurt yourself." The room became immoderately silent once he was finished. "Beatrice?" Wirt called for her once more. There was no response. "Beatrice?" He called again. Wirt wondered if she was asleep. He didn't want to wake her but..... Wirt turned to his side and faced where Beatrice was laying. He took in a deep breath and slowly sat up. Once his feet touched the ground, the hard flood brought chills up his spine. He had the same feeling when he was a child. He would brush his feet against the floor before standing up, in fear that a monster was going to grab his ankle and drag him under. He had grown out of it until he found himself and Greg lost in the Unknown. He slowly stood up and walked over to her. His hand shakenly approached her. He was about put his hand on her shoulder when she turned around and grabbed his! Wirt stood there, very surprised, not knowing what to do. "Uuuuuuhhhh-" was all he could say. But something stood out to him. He could feel her hand. It was wet. Almost as if she was- crying? "Wirt......... Please. *Sniff* the reason I hide from the truth is because I don't want to know what's going to happen." Wirt was stunned by how sad she was. His face was stiff for a moment, but it slowly softened. His free hand grabbed Beatrice's hand and he softly brushed it. "Beatrice. It's o.k. to be afraid. I'm afraid too. Don't let fear over take you though. If you do..... Ha.... You'll just end up being like I was. Fear will take you over and you won't care about anyone but yourself." Wirt said, still stroking her hand. The room began to feel cold. So cold he couldn't move. Almost like his feet had been frozen to the floor.