Fethry was trying his best to maintain his sanity, he could not freak out in front of everyone. He punches the wall; and again, and again until his panic subsides. He then wets his face in the sink water, and takes a deep breath, looking at the mirror.

"I really look like someone who should be locked away" He thought.

"Maybe Dugan isn't safe with me" He thought.

He was breathing deeply and the world seemed distorted, the noise of the voices outside was muffled and distant.

Fethry felt like everything around him was spinning around. His heart was beating faster than ever. He started to faint. Everything seemed to fade.

Meanwhile the family finished dinner. Of course, Dugan was the one who ate most of it, which means it wasn't eaten much because a 4-year-old cannot eat that much, of course. It was still something left, even though it was meant to get divided to nine people. "Sure nobody wants some more?", asked Donald. Everybody was shaking his head. "I am sooooooooooo full!", said Dugan. "OK, I will eat it by myself", said Donald. "It isn't that much." However, in the end he didn't finish his food either. Eventually, he said. "I would say it is time to go home. I am gonna go to bed now." "That would finally be a great idea of you. You always look like you haven't slept when I arrive at my office." Donald sighed. Of course he couldn't tell that he was The Duck Avenger at night and therefore had to say up half of the night. He yawned. "Well, Uncle Scrooge, good night. Good night, Uncle Ludwig. Good night, Grandma. Good night, Dugan. Good night, boys." Then Dugan realized his uncle wasn't around. "Where is Unca Fethry?" "He went to the bathroom but hasn't returned yet", answered Donald. "You are right, this is strange." Dugan yelled: "UNCA FETHRY! It's time to go!"

"Hey ..." He said, trying to follow the muffled sounds, "Don, is it's you? I'm here ..." He puts both hands on the wall - his vision was blurred and he could not understand where he was - "I I'm lost ... "he says weakly "I'm sorry Dugan, I lost you..." He sobs. Letting himself slide down the wall, he quails in a corner of the bathroom. He faintly touches one of the tiles of the floor. "It's white... I must be in an asylum already... I'm sorry, Dugan..."

Dugan, who had already arrived at the bathroom door, was confused. Of course a 4-year-old couldn't understand it all good enough. "No, it's me, not Donnie. Dugan, your nephew. Why do you apologize? I just said it was time to go home. Come on, don't fool around." Then Ludwig, who heard everything (because he just wanted to use the bathroom), comes around. "Oh my. Looks like it is a serious problem." "Why, Unca Luddy?" Ludwig doesn't answer, but steps to the bathroom door. "Fethry? Can you hear me? Are you alright?"

"I don't know where I am!" he cried louder "I don't know! Dugan, please, be good..." Fethry was scratching the floor like a caged animal, trying to escape. "I can't go out, I can't, I'm... sorry..."

Then everything really began to turn black. He started breathing slower. The last thing he heard was Donald's voice...