Marlene was able to make Private back down after a few minutes of reasoning. A few minutes later Kowalski shook himself awake and sat up, rubbing the part of his head that he collided with the wall. And then they were all staring at him, confused and sympathetic. Their eyes showing fear for what he was thinking, their bodies unmoving as if they were too afraid to move, to be the next Kowalski. They didn't speak either. Their entire beings seemed to hold two things, fear, and sympathy.

But that was only in Skippers eyes. What he saw, not necessarily what was real. His body still tense with traumatized fear and his mind still racing, he looked around the room. His eyes darting from the ceiling to the walls to the table and then to the chairs. Darting to the floor and the T.V. to the window to the door, and then finally to the faces of everyone who was staring at him. Darting from one person to the next he took in everything he possible could, telling himself all the while that the nightmare was over and would not repeat itself. There were people here that would see to it.

He still couldn't understand why it had happened when it did. Why he was assaulted by the nightmare while he was still awake and why he had been asleep for three days. It perplexed him and only added to the confusion that was already paralyzing his mind. He couldn't kick himself back into gear. He couldn't shake himself off and get over it like he had done so easily in the past. Why? Why was it so difficult this time?

Maybe he needed someone to help him. Someone to snap him out of it. But who could possibly be able to that? Kowalski couldn't, Private couldn't. Maybe…

The hatch suddenly popped open and Julian flung himself down into the penguins' home.

Skipper immediately jumped up, dropped him coffee cup, and got into his fighting stanch. His muscles vibrated, his heart pounded in his chest and ears, his breathing was very uneven, and his eyes focused on the ring-tailed lemur so was staring back at him with a very relaxed, bored expression.

Julian raised an eyebrow at Skipper before smiling. "I heard you had awoken from your scary dreaming, penguin, and came over as fast as my kingly feet would take me- I am very speedy you know, like a cheetah."

Skipper stared at Julian wildly. He blinked and shook his head, his breathing calming down to almost normal intervals and his muscles becoming still, not close to being relaxed though. "What?" he asked severely confused. His mind was still racing. He was nowhere near calming down. He didn't understand Julian at all. How he could just pop up when you least expected him to. He never understood the Ringtail's ignorance either. However Julian was just what Skipper needed.

"Yes," Julian replied, "I have come to shoo the evil scary spirits who gived to you the scary dreams and held you locked in their scary world for three days."

"What?" Skipper still had no clue what Julian was talking about. He relaxed his position and stared at him.

Julian stared into Skippers wildly confused eyes. "I have come to your rescue." He moved over to Skipper and put one of his arms on skippers shoulder. "To make the evil spirits go away." He pushed himself away and walked back towards the hatch. "To rescue you silly penguin." He went back to Skipper and leaned on him to get closer to the penguins ear. "To make the badies go away you know, so they don't disturb anyone else, especially the royal king," he whispered.

Skipper pushed Julian off of him and shook his head. HE took a deep breath and sighed. "Julian, there are no such thing as evil spirits."

"You are crazy Penguin!" Julian retorted.

"Spirits are made up figments of imagination Julian," Kowalski chimed in.

"Fine! I will take my talent of spirit shooing elsewhere!" Julian shouted and stormed out.

They all watched him go. Skipper picked up his coffee cup and stared at the brown puddle on the floor. He was feeling a little better now. Calmer, less traumatized and paranoid. He took a deep breath and placed the coffee cup on the table before looking up at Kowalski. "Are you ok?" he asked, feeling guilty for violently kicking Kowalski into a wall.

Kowalski smiled. "Perfect fine Skipper."

"Are you ok?" Private asked, stepping forward.

Skipper stared at Private for a few seconds before coming up with an answer. "I'm not sure," He replied thinking. He didn't know if he was or not. He felt calm, but he didn't know if that meant he was ok, or if it was the calm before the storm type of feeling. "I think I am." He turned his gaze to the ground. He wanted to tell them about his nightmare, but it was too sensitive a topic for him right now. Maybe later. Maybe.

Marlene walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. When their eyes met she asked softly, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," He sighed. He did want to talk about it. Not right now though. Not right now.