The next morning, Topsy woke up and found that Cera was missing. A trail of foot prints could be seen going out of the valley. After getting a whiff of the scent, a part of his nightmare was coming true. Cera was taken as a hostage by a herd of fast biters in order to lure Topsy to the Mysterious Beyond where he could possibly be killed so Thud would be able to avenge Screech.
"No...it-it can't be..." Topsy muttered.
He then ran away from his nest; meanwhile, he had run into the elderly longnecks.
"Help...Cera...she has been kidnapped," Topsy exclaimed.
Grandpa lowered his head to the distressed threehorn.
"We'll go on ahead, dear; come Littlefoot," Grandma told him.
The young longneck knew it was pointless to argue and followed the elderly female to the Feeding Grounds. Meanwhile, Grandpa stayed behind and tried to soothe the threehorn's frazzled nerves. Topsy began to breathe deeply so he could bring down his heart rate in order to give him a better chance of not getting a case of the hiccups. After about five minutes, Topsy was finally able to think and speak clearly.
"So, I'm guessing that dream you had last night was more of a premonition; judging by your description of it, that is," Grandpa commented.
"Yeah; I feel bad about myself," Topsy said.
"Look; you may have made mistakes; but, that doesn't make you a bad person; you're not giving yourself enough credit; and hearing you bad mouth yourself kinda upsets me," Grandpa told him.
Topsy bowed his head.
"I'm sorry; but, I can't help it; ever since I was little, I was taught that threehorns were the number one species and that they don't answer to anyone else; especially a longneck," Topsy admitted.
Grandpa nodded.
"I can't think of eating when I have a child to save," Topsy added.
"Well, skipping meals isn't healthy either, you know," Grandpa replied.
Topsy sighed. Although, he knew that the longneck had a point, he just didn't have the appetite right now. Upon seeing Topsy shedding a tear, Grandpa sighed. He somehow knew that Topsy's suffering wasn't gonna end right away; at least not until he makes things right with Thud and his herd and Red Claw. However, meat eaters have never listened to reason; especially with threehorns and longnecks; but, they would try and make them listen.
"It's all my fault; if I hadn't run out to the Mysterious Beyond, none of this would have happened! Screech wouldn't be dead and Thud wouldn't be out for revenge; I have to go and rescue Cera," Topsy declared.
"I'm not sending you out by yourself; you might be able to take on a couple of fast biters; but not an entire fast biter herd and Red Claw; they won't kill Cera if they're using her as bait; the point is, you need a group of dinosaurs to help fight off the fast biters and Red Claw," Grandpa explained.
Topsy knew that Grandpa was right, although, it was hard for him to admit it.
"I'm gonna need all the help I can get," Topsy commented.
Grandpa nodded.
Once they all had breakfast, Topsy and a select few of the herd went out to search for the young threehorn.