Dib soon curled up on the couch and cried himself to sleep. He hoped that when he woke up, everything would be normal again and GIR would be right there with a heart-warming smile. If only…
But he woke up at about 3am to Zim- and he was talking to himself. The TV kept turning on and off and the channels were changing as well.
"Z-Zim…what're you doing?" Dib asked, then noticed that Zim was pretty much asleep. Zim continued to play around with the remote.
"I-I made… a time machine… now we can go back in time and save GIR…" Zim said.
"Zim…-"
"Or we can get a bunch of balloons and fly up to heaven and see him."
"Zim. You're asleep-"
"And once we get him back to the present… we can… we can make him waffles… wouldn't that be g-great, Dib?"
"Yes… it would," Dib said, "But it's just… not possible. Now please turn off the TV so I can sleep…"
"The monkey…" Zim said to himself, "Let's have his favorite show on for when he comes back…"
Dib smacked the back of Zim's head and he fell to the ground. Finally, he was somewhat awake.
"W-why did you do that?" Zim asked, obviously tired, "And why is the TV on?"
"You…you started acting weird." Dib said.
"What do you mean?"
"Talking to yourself. Saying that the TV was a time machine and you wanted to use it to prevent GIR from…dying…"
"Oh." Zim said, walking outside and sitting on the porch. Dib went into the kitchen and made coffee. After he drank some, he found Zim outside with his face buried into his arms. He could hear him sobbing.
"Zim…" Dib said, sitting next to him.
Zim didn't say anything.
"Zim…I made coffee…" Dib said, knowing it wouldn't cheer him up, "Please don't cry…you're making me cry…" he said, wiping a few tears that he couldn't help letting out.
"I'm sorry…" Zim said, looking over at Dib, "It's just that… I miss him so much…and I just feel like it's my fault he's gone."
"Y-your fault?" Dib asked, "how could it be your fault?"
"I just feel like… I could have prevented it somehow…"
Dib sighed.
"I'm going to make toast. Do you want any?" he asked Zim.
"No." Zim said, remembering how GIR loved breakfast. Well, he loved food in general- except for vegetables.
Dib walked inside and put some toast in the toaster. He sat on the couch and stared blankly at the angry monkey on TV.
After he ate his toast, he went back outside. Zim was asleep on the porch.
"Zim…" Dib said, shaking him awake.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Come in the house. It's snowing and you don't even have a jacket."
"Okay." Zim agreed, walking inside and sitting on the couch next to Dib.
"Dib…" Zim said, getting his attention.
"yes?"
"D-do you think that… GIR is okay?"
"Of course." Dib said, "he's in a better place."
"But… what if he got lost…trying to get to heaven…?"
"He's fine. Trust me. Now please get some sleep. You look tired." Dib said.
"Alright…" Zim said, getting a blanket and falling asleep on the floor. Dib remained on the couch. But he couldn't go back to sleep. And one reason was that Zim was mumbling in his sleep.
"I missed you…" Zim said in his sleep, "I was so worried. Why did you leave like that?"
Dib wasn't about to wake Zim up- he wanted to hear what he had to say.
"I made you waffles…do you like that? Dib missed you too… please never leave us again…"
Somebody's losing it.