Mrs. Brisby came into her son Timothy's bedroom. He was recovering form the last of his pneumonia and was toon to be on his legs again - but not quite yet. she walked into his room to his bed to see his eyes open.

"How's my little man feeling today?"

"Much better now, Mama. But I'm tired of bed. I really want to get up."

"I know how it is boring but you haven't really recovered yet. Just another week and you will be out for as long as you want to be."

"Okay."

She placed a hand on his cheek.

"You're a good boy. I know it's boring but you would be ill again if you were out."

"I understand."

"Just one more week, and I cannot wait to see you playing."

"Mama, I heard you just last night saying I resembled Daddy. Do I really?"

"You do, sweetheart," smiled Mrs. Brisby. "The minute you were born, Daddy and I knew that you would grow to look exactly like him. Daddy was so happy to see what he looked like as a baby."

"When I grow up, Mama," said Timmy. "Maybe I can be Daddy so you won't be lonely again."

"Oh I'll be old by the time you grow up," said Mrs. Brisby. "But I'm never lonely. I have Teresa, Martin, Cynthia and you, my little Jonathan Brisby the second."

"Will we ever see Daddy again?"

"Someday, but right now he is with us and he is kissing your head this very moment, happy that you are becoming well again.

She gently kissed her beloved child's forehead.

"Careful, Mama. You might catch my pneumonia off me."

"I don't care, sugarplum. I rather it was me than you. I love all four of you and would do anything to keep you out of harm's way. And it is you who turned Mommy into a brave mouse. I used to be scared of my own shadow, but when your illness came, I knew I had to be brave and venture out to seek help, for the sake of someone else instead of myself."

"Daddy gave you some of his courage."

"Most of all it was you."

"I love you, Mama," yawned Timmy.

"I love you too my little solider," smiled Mrs. Brisby and she kissed his forehead again.

As he slowly drifted his head to sleep, she hummed her Flying Dreams lullaby to him, thinking how much like his father he would be when he goes older, and she could not wait to see it.