Jose' was asleep in bed as his tail feathers twitched a bit. His dream about his home town and the beauties that lived there was interrupted when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. "Jose'?" Donald whispered. Jose's eyes shot open as he looked to see him kneeling next to his bed. "Donald, what are you doing on the floor?" he asked as he yawned a bit. Donald looked at the parrot as tears rolled down. Jose' sat up as he held his hand. "Are you ok?" The duck shook his head. "No….no I'm not." He quivered. "What's the matter?" Donald breathed shakily as he explained his nightmare and what had happened. After he finished, he started to cry in his wings. Jose' sat on the floor as he held Donald close. "It felt so real Joe!" he cried. "Sim Donald but it was all fake and not real at all." Jose' explained. "You know that Panchito would never ever hurt you. You two will always be amigos no?" Donald sniffled as he nodded. Jose' rubbed his back. "So...I'd advise you to talk to him about this because the way I see it, Panchito's hurting worse than you right now." Donald wiped his tears away as he stood up. "But how?" Jose' stood up as he put a wing on the mallard's shoulder. "Donald do I really have to answer that for you?" he asked. Donald sighed. "You're right Joe as always." he sighed in defeat as he left the room to find Panchito.