*Barrel's POV*
The evening of the next day, the Bros and I had covered a lot of ground. We were nearly all the way at the highest floor of the castle. We were very near Skully's little apartment. Pretty soon, we would be able to pay the poor man a visit.
We were at one of the floor, as I could feel myself begin to get choked up. As we walked past a door, I swallowed, and grabbed Pewdie's arm. He looked over to me and cocked his head slightly. "Something wrong, Bernard?," he asked.
I pointed to the door. "C-can I have a minute?," I asked, my voice squeaky and quivering. Pewds nodded.
A rush of excitement ran through my chest as I pushed the door opened. I gasped softly; everything was the same...!
Feeling light, I wandered over to one of the beds - the one closest to the door. It was once the bed that had cradled Barry as he slept during the night. The one to the left of that bed used to be my bed.
I felt secure in the room; the tawny walls made me feel at home again, and so did the red, green, and yellow braided rug spread out on the floor. There was a pine set of drawers that used to hold Barry and my possessions. All of it brought back so many precious memories, and it tugged at the heartstrings. Tears spilled from my eyes, and I thought of my childhood with Barry. How much I missed him, and wished he was still with me.
Curling up into a fetal position on Barry's bed, I sobbed quietly to myself as sweet memories returned to me, and touched my heart.
*Pewdie's POV*
Jennifer and I watched Barrel as he curled up on the bed, and began to cry. Jennifer frowned. "Poor baby," she whispered, turning to me. "Should we help him?"
I shook my head. "Just let him have a minute," I whispered. I closed the door, and lead Jennifer to the Bros where we would wait for Bernard.