After embracing for what felt like an eternity Sandy laid Timmy back down on the bed and pulled the sheet up over his frail body. Timmy shivered and pulled his hands up towards his face.

"Can I call my mom?"

Sandy scrunched up her face like she smelled something foul.

"She needs to know I'm here."

Sandy gave Timmy a knowing glance and stroked his head.

"She knows, Timmy."

"She knows I'm here?"

"She knows. She wants you to rest."

"I still wanna talk to her."

"She can't be bothered. The best thing for you right now is to relax and try not to talk. Your mother understands this, why can't you?"

He laid his head back down on the pillow and turned away from her. She tried to stroke his head but he swatted her hand away. She kicked the bed violently and stormed out of the room.

How did he get here? Yesterday he would have jumped at the chance to be held captive by the love of his life, but the real thing was way less romantic. Sure he was getting more attention than he ever thought possible, but he was also starting to fear for his own safety. Were they ever gonna let him go? Did his mom really know he was there? These questions ran over and over in his mind as he drifted back to sleep.

In his dream he was in the middle of a dark blue ocean. There were helicopters swirling around his head and he kept trying to swat them away. Whenever he batted one out of the sky another two came in to take its place. Their propellers were making small abrasions all over his skin like paper cuts. When the helicopters exploded they looked like tiny camera flashes from an invisible camera. The aroma of burning fuel and gas filled his nostrils and made him start gagging on the fumes. He put his hands up to his throat as a sign of distress and all of the helicopters in unison started lowering down little ropes. Little army guys started sliding down the ropes and onto his stomach. He tried to flick them all off but there were way too many. Three of them hoisted up a big flag on a pole and started trying to ram it into his belly button. While they were doing this one of the other army guys pulled out a camera and started taking pictures of them. Before they could ram the pole all the way into his abdomen he ripped it out and shoved it through one of the army guys like a toothpick through an olive. He lifted the pole up to his mouth and prepared to bite down onto the little bugger. Before he could clamp his teeth the private pulled the pin out of the grenade attached to his belt. Timmy caught onto his nasty trick and threw the army guy up into one of the hovering propeller blades. A quick splash of blood and guts flew all over Timmy and the band of brothers. He noticed that they were all jumping overboard so he assumed his gesture of violence had the desired effect.

The water turned bright red and he realized the soldiers were ripping each other to pieces in the water. He'd never seen anything so vicious and gruesome and the longer he looked the more he felt like he was gonna throw up. His queasiness intensified until he let a gigantic fountain of vomit erupt into his belly before ricocheting into the ocean. The army guys were sucked under the water by the incessant raindown of spew and choked on a lethal concoction of water and puke.