Concerned, Gidget gently tapped Tiberius on the shoulder. However, it did nothing as the hawk continued shaking. He was beginning to whimper too. Growing more worried by the second, Gidget was about to shake him awake when someone piped up, "Don't do it." Turning around, the fluffy white Pomeranian saw Norman coming over. "What's wrong with him?" she asked quietly. Approaching Tiberius but not touching him, Norman whispered, "Tiberius suffers from nightmares."

"Bad ones?"

"Yeah..."

"About what?"

"I'm not allowed to tell anyone."

"Oh..."

"He'll tell you when he's ready," Norman winked at Gidget when he said that part. Glancing sideways briefly, the Pomeranian asked her next question, "Shouldn't we wake him?"

"No, it's not good to wake someone when they're having a nightmare."

"Why?"

"They could possibly attack, thinking they're still in their dream."

"What do we do?"

"We wait it out."

At that exact moment, Tiberius woke up screeching in terror. His eyes were wide open with fear. It took both Gidget and Norman to calm him down and that took about three to four minutes. Breathing heavily, the old hawk rested his head on the ground. Norman gently patted him on the back while Gidget watched quietly. She could only wonder what he had been dreaming about.