One week has gone by since Elaine's death; Topsy was still really depressed. He wasn't eating and was slowly distancing himself from the others. All he did during the day was sit at the grave with his head down and with his eyes closed. Everyone, especially his family was really worried about him. Mr. Thicknose watched him from a distance and sighed. He wandered over to the threehorn and saw a tear roll down his face. Topsy was so lost in thought that he never noticed that his eyes were tearing up; and that Mr. Thicknose was sitting right beside him. Mr. Thicknose tapped Topsy's side with his paw; that got the threehorn's attention. Topsy turned around and faced the elderly dinosaur next to him.

"We're all worried about you, don't you know?" Mr. Thicknose asked.

Topsy nodded, but didn't say anything.

"You need to start eating again; Elaine wouldn't want you to mourn her forever; she'd want you to move on-"

Topsy suddenly got angry and started yelling; however, all it was to Mr. Thicknose was growling, roaring and snarling. All Mr. Thicknose could do was stand in shock; he had no idea what Topsy was even saying; suddenly, Bron came by as if on cue. Topsy was still ranting and raving in the Sharptooth language. Fortunately for Mr. Thicknose; Bron was also fluent in Sharptooth. The adult brown longneck slammed his foot in the ground; it interrupted Topsy's ranting; soon enough, both the adults had a verbal exchange in the Sharptooth language. Soon enough, Topsy was calm enough to think clearly. He and Bron faced Mr. Thicknose again.

"Wow! In all my years of knowing you, Topsy; I never knew you could speak Sharptooth; same with you, Bron," Mr. Thicknose claimed.

"Well; I grew up in a valley that was also inhabited by sharpteeth and fast biters; over the years, I picked up on their language; as well as our native Leaf Eater," Topsy said.

Bron nodded in agreement.

"Anyway; I'm sorry I exploded on you like that; you were just trying to help," Topsy added.

Mr. Thicknose shrugged.

"It's all right; maybe I went a little overboard with my comment about you needing to eat again despite Elaine being dead; and for that, I'm the one who is sorry," Mr. Thicknose told him.

Topsy nodded.

"I forgive you; but, I still miss her very much," Topsy admitted.

Mr. Thicknose smiled.

Bron wore a puzzled expression on his face. He has noticed that Topsy has lost a bit of weight since Elaine's death; however, he didn't call any attention to it for fear he might explode on him.

"Topsy; I hate to ask this; now don't get angry; when was the last time you've had anything to eat?" Bron wondered.

"The day of Elaine's death," Topsy said.

"That was a week ago; you haven't eaten anything all week? Not even water?" Bron asked again.

Topsy lowered his head.

"Yes; I just couldn't eat or drink; if I eat anything when I'm upset, I throw up," Topsy admitted.

"I know exactly what that's like; my grief period after my wife's death lasted a long time; eating proved to be a really hard task during that time; even water would upset my stomach; but, talking about it with family and friends can be helpful; we all care about you; and we all want you to get better; please don't let yourself die of grief; you are your children's remaining parent; they, especially the young ones need you; I nearly let that happen to me when I was your age; but, I had a few friends who helped me out since lots of my family died before I did; including almost all of my children; you are lucky to have such a big family and a bunch of friends; sorry if I rambled; but; I think you know what I'm talking about," Mr. Thicknose explained.

Topsy nodded.

"I know what you mean; and I'm sorry you had to go through that; it must have been terrible," Topsy stated.

Mr. Thicknose nodded gently.

"Thanks for sharing this with me; although, I still feel like my stomach is tied in knots; that's why I haven't been eating," Topsy claimed.

Mr. Thicknose nodded.

"Well, thanks for giving me that opportunity," Mr. Thicknose said.

Even though Topsy was still depressed, he managed a small smile. He was happy to have friends and family he can count on. Later that night, Topsy was sleeping in the spot he shared with Elaine; however, he was having a nightmare. It was about the day Elaine died; he stood at her side; tears were streaming down his face while looking down at her. He was telling her how much he'll miss her; then she died; the dream ended when Topsy jolted out of his sleep. He looked down at his paws and saw Misty looking up at him. Both of them had tears in their eyes.

"Misty, what are you doing up?" Topsy asked.

"I had a nightmare," Misty said.

"Was it the one where I'm saying goodbye to Elaine and she died suddenly?" Topsy wondered.

"Y-yes," Misty sobbed.

Topsy gathered the little one in his paws and rubbed her back with his chin.

"I had the same nightmare; if only I was able to tell her how much I was gonna miss her while she was still alive; to this day; I'm kicking myself in the head for running off like a child who just lost a best friend," Topsy explained.

Misty nodded.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Misty wondered.

Topsy smiled gently at Misty and nodded.

"Okay; I hope things will get better soon; good night," Topsy stated.

"Good night, Uncle Topsy; I love you," Misty claimed.

"I love you too, kiddo," Topsy responded.

Soon enough, Topsy and Misty finally managed to get back to sleep.

A/N: Yes; Mr. Thicknose was married at one time; he went through what Topsy had to go through; except he has lost almost all of his family; I decided to make his age eighty three. He was thirty eight when his wife died. Note: Everyone handles depression differently; eating habits wise usually; some eat more and others hardly; or if at all eat while depressed. Another thing; I decided it was possible for leaf eaters to speak sharptooth; for the sake of fanfiction. I always liked the idea of the possibility for leaf eaters and sharpteeth to be bilingual.